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You know this man for your jailer, and a hatred as wild as howling spills through you as you recall some of what was. Yes- you, imprisoned for steering dappled yearling goats and soft-headed sheep from the fringes of their pasture as wolf, sometimes cattle as bear or lioness- burnt from your manse i

1:1106 A passphrase comes to mind. by ouroboros666

The memory strikes you: the first scalding breath of air to revive a drowning man.

“Men grip a snake’s tail,” you say, still feeling the words stamp over and over your tongue.

“A changer has none,” comes the reply, the past echoing through it in harmony with its own

6:155 Spotted a campfire by Arbon

Whoosh! Zhoom! Faster and faster until the ground appeared before him and all was green and brown and blue, save this time with a speck of orange and a trailing smoke from somewhere to the far left. Daniel couldn’t see anything resembling a city but he did spot a road a bit to the right, looping

1:1108 You recognise him. by ouroboros666

The dull strands of his hair part a little as the two of you breathe the same air, revealing the fringes of white puckers, symmetrical across both cheeks. If you were to touch those cheeks and push back the locks that capture them, you know you would see pale craters of scar tissue where some long b

1:1109 Go insane. by ouroboros666

You let the silver take you. Borne high and rising on the hurting tide of it, you slip the shackles of your mind at least, though some dim awareness, some silver-locked little prism of thought that does not go, sings out to the surging silver seas that the body they claim is manacled. Pinioned. Even

1:1104 Make a racket. You need to find out your circumstances, and perhaps someone will hear. by ouroboros666

You thrash every part of you that will bend and snap, crying out without words and hurling your body back against the wall, using the give of your spine. The pain is nothing to what haloes the silver plate in your forehead.

There are footsteps, just audible beyond the roaring of blood an

1:1103 Change shape by ouroboros666

Your spine cramps and a feeling of tearing fires along it, like stitches being ripped from thin fabric: it jerks back on itself with a sudden give, dog-legging, and you fall to the flagstones. Thin spears of sensation pierce you above your pelvis as the bones compress, and the long lines of your leg

1:1102 Seize a cleaver by ouroboros666

You feel for the knife block on the counter to your left, closing your fingers around a thick handle and pulling. How much can the Canny see? You jolt just slightly when the weight of the cleaver settles to the end of your arm.

In a split second, you have thrown yourself over the counter

1:1101 Turn Left by ouroboros666

You turn left, the ice in your bones keeping you steady and numbing your feet enough that you can walk. You let the knowing muscles bunch in your thighs and calves, carrying you from shadow to shade as if you were a dancer in another life. But dancers have the luck of the devil, and perhaps a dancer

6:154 Lost among the clouds by Arbon

Where was it? He couldn’t see the road anymore, it was just trees and grass and clouds all around. His head swiveling back and forth while his movement was smooth and strait. In theory it was just a matter of gliding forward until he spotted something, but looking far ahead in the dir

1:1100 Turn Right by ouroboros666

You turn right and limp down the corridor, on two feet at first but then on four, giving the beast its head as the human turns in on itself and shudders. Your man’s nature recoils as you pull yourself forward on your bleeding elbows and knees, head low as if you beg an omnipresent spirit to heal y

1:1099 Stay patient- bide your time by ouroboros666

You wait in silence, counting out the minutes in a long and fleeing stream of consciousness. Every so often, you rotate your wrists just a little, enough to stop the silver burning through to the bone. But you are acting entirely on motor memory. You see no reason to fight it. Maybe everyone is born

1:1098 In a dungeon by ouroboros666

You feel yourself plucked from your story - plotlines tugging then tearing- as a narrator’s fist uproots you, planting your wet soul in another’s timeline. You have history here- and then, gone…

You wake in pain. You are not screaming, because it is not the type of pain which will

6:153 Leave him be by Arbon

He wanted to say something. The sphinx opens her mouth as if about to answer, eyes darting between the man and his car along the roadside. Daniel decides to offer a simple nod lest he risk his words twisting into riddles and confusing the matter further. The human-shaped lips sealed tight and his e

6:152 Try to convince him by Arbon

Daniel could tell his mind was addled by something, his lips betrayed him and he did not have the sense of fear or urgency he might have otherwise portrayed. At any other time he knew he would be dropping the car and clawing at his hair, cursing or shouting or something to get his voice

1:1097 A ghost in the machine by catprog

You looks around and suddenly feel a presence behind you. You turn around and see a ghost.

"Finally someone is able to see me, I have been trapped here for who knows how long. " it says

"Are you a player like me?" you ask.

"Yeah. The guild

1:1086 Agree by SketchySeraph

You nod eagerly, feathers swaying with the motion. "I think I'd like that... Plus I guess I can't always use the training wheels, can I?" You chuckle, spreading you wings. "I know how to do this much, but the rest is kind of..."

"I get it." Talon n

1:1085 Let nature work its course by SketchySeraph

You walk towards the bear, a little uneasy by the sight of the raw, dead animal before you. Your nerves are tempered slightly by your gryphon side; thankfully. That hald of you is ravenous, seeing the bear in the same light you would have viewed an all-you-can-eat buffet in an past life.

1:1096 Check out the menus by catprog

You bring up the menu hoping to find some way of contacting someone to let them out.

The first thing you notice however is the in game clock. It has stopped. Well slow, you correct yourself as after a few seconds the mili-seconds have increased by one.

So does this mean this

1:1084 You Like It by SketchySeraph

You nod eagerly, cooing quietly. Quill sounds nice; it sounds more than nice! It almost rolls off the tongue, speaking to both a feminine side and a masculine one alike!

"I think I won't mind being called that, not in the slightest." You say at length, deciding that you ra