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08-25-03
For days on end he stood there, still as Death itself. He seemed as a statue, unmoving, but ever-hearing. He was concentrating on this new sensation he felt. His conscience was attuned to the wave of darkness he felt eminating from somewhere deep within the heart of the woods in which he stood. So still he was the occasional bird perched on his shoulder, cocking its head in curiosity at this new figure standing in its territory.
He could feel a great evil growing, festering somewhere near. A dark smirk crossed his pale lips. After several days without the slightest of movements, he finally moved. He did an about-face, turning himself inthe direction from which he and the rest of the forest had heard a bonechilling scream a few eves before. How that scream had him worked up. It seemed there was one about who equalled if not surpassed his own dark heart. This evil he had to meet.
With slow, calculated movements he starts down a long-forgotten path, leading through the very heart of the woods. He brushed aside the untamed vines and plantlife hanging from the low dark trees. Even the wildlife here seemed more demented and diabolical. The trees were more twisted. The stillness was eerie. A thick fog made a wonderful carpet to the bog-like setting. He loved it.
His steps come to an end as he stares down a seemingly long abandoned building. A crypt it would seem. Was it coming from within those walls? He lay a single palm across the stone door, after tearing aside the thick vines that covered it. He could feel carvings under his hand, but more importantly, he felt the throb of unlife. He felt the very essence of darkness. He had found what he was searching for.
Removing his hand from the door he began at the task at hand... Tearing a way into the place. Layer after layer of vines he removed, tossing them into a pile on the ground. Finally the entire door was visible, soiled and stained a disgusting green from the years of greenery living upon it.
Excitement was at its climax as his hand, almost trembling in the rush of it all, went to the grip of the door, pulling on it with some force. It took a bit of coaxing, but he managaed to crack it open a bit, letting the pale light of the crescent moon create a sliver within the doorway. With a mighty pull he forced the door completely open, peering inside.. Waiting to see what had caused sucha fret among the living things..On he looked with much curiosity. |