
Posted by ill on December 23, 2008, 9:42 am, in reply to "CLOSE TO THE SUN IN LONELY LANDS [ill]"
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The white snake had composed himself to snatch at the wisps of grass that had taken to popping up in the oddest of places in the Surf Land. His ears twittered around absently as his scrounged in that stange, wayward pattern of his. He had, granted, eaten all that was available in one spot. So now he was zig-zagging slowly after the elusive green.
Before the other had even approached him, Ill knew what was going on. His hind end scrunched under him, pulling himself back together. The lounged behaviour was gone. Ill’s ears twitched, his eyes searching around the brightening lands. The red other was approaching fast enough. His right eye swirls dangerously, offering the snake no assistance in determining course of action.
So instead, he just stands.
The lightning wisps contained in his flesh bounced around in crackling hops. In some sick way, Ill felt quite satisfied, quite safe. So, when Simon finally arrived, he simply whipped his colourless tail against his hocks, and turned his left eye to see the other. His right eye dove into a spiralling whirl. ‘I see.’
What an oxymoron, coming from him.
‘I am Ill.’
ill DEEDS;
4 years
something
white
QUEENofHEARTS
xkhx morphine
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