Save your services for the others. Shorn of flesh I may be, stabbed and drowned and Eaten I may be, but I have wings enough for this. *Mr. Eaten's robe disappears into shadow. Beneath them he is a six-limbed skeleton; arms and legs and the long digits of a bat's wings with the torn remnants of membrane the color and texture of a bog body, the original appearance impossible to be certain of.* Once I flew from star to star, danced in the endless night. Now I can barely move at all in comparison, and yet I can keep up a little while.
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This journal has an exploring post, if you don't remember ;)
Date: 2018-04-17 03:50 am (UTC)Save your services for the others. Shorn of flesh I may be, stabbed and drowned and Eaten I may be, but I have wings enough for this. *Mr. Eaten's robe disappears into shadow. Beneath them he is a six-limbed skeleton; arms and legs and the long digits of a bat's wings with the torn remnants of membrane the color and texture of a bog body, the original appearance impossible to be certain of.* Once I flew from star to star, danced in the endless night. Now I can barely move at all in comparison, and yet I can keep up a little while.