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Posted by sh. Severus on November 5, 2008, 9:15 pm, in reply to "Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world;" “What we need is hatred. The pale beast shivered as clarity returned to him, setting him back in the familiar shadows of Desreál. He could feel how his throat burned like cold fire, how thin runnels of his own blood pulsed down his neck from the shard’s wound – but the bleeding was brief. No sooner had he sensed this than the shard cauterized the flesh shut, sealing itself inside. Severus twisted his neck experimentally. While the burden of its ancient and sinister consciousness weighed on his thoughts, it had no such effect on his body. Then he turned and saw Alcatraz. The white stallion could almost smell the other horse’s element, could feel its energetic pulse as clearly as he could feel his own heartbeat. He felt it…and desired it. We need him, Severus heard the whisper clearly in his mind, felt it cry out for sustenance. He squared off against the Savage – it was absurd, for despite a mere inch’s height difference at the shoulder Alcatraz made the pale beast look positively delicate – with an unfamiliar predatory gleam in his eyes. “It’s mine…” he hissed, and didn’t know if he referred to the shard or the shard to him (now, he supposed, they were one entity altogether). With a tremendous gust of wind he lunged forward like a striking viper, pressing his sinuous neck against Alcatraz’ bulk as he drank greedily from the tiny incision the shard had made in the flesh running along his mane. He found himself hating the taste, hot and metallic on his tongue, but still the shard thirsted – and so he drank, reveling at least in the upwelling of energy in his throat. And all at once its thirst was sated and he withdrew, breathless, from the wound and the horse, watching almost longingly as a single trickle of blood rolled down his shoulder before the gash sealed itself. Severus beheld Alcatraz as if from a great distance, suddenly grave and sober in his perfect insanity. “…and now you are, too.” He didn’t even know what it meant. Not yet.
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From it, our ideas are born.”
- the wraith.
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