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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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Stone… Err, Knife Soup 2 of 2
#Fanfic #WanderingWitch
#Wss366 redolent“Now for the first ingredient,” I said as I looked about for a stone. What met my eyes were cobblestones filthy with cow manure. That would never do. Even I wouldn’t eat something made with such a foul ingredient.
I quickly opened my bag and produced… “A knife the fairies gave me,” I said. “It was used to cut the heavenly fruit served to Queen Mauve. In acknowledgment, she blessed it with the property to infuse broth with the most wonderful flavors.”
"But alas, it will just be broth—flavorful, nutritious, but thin," I said, dropping the knife into the pot with a flourish and stirred the water. "If only we had a few potatoes."
A thin woman nudged the man next to her, whispering something in his ear.
He nodded, ran off, and soon reappeared with a few potatoes. “Been saving them, just in case. But if you can feed us all, then it’s worth it.”
I took the potatoes and frowned. My knife was in the pot. "Can someone lend me a knife?"
A boy soon produced one, and the potatoes went into the pot, skin and all.
“It’s a shame,” I said. “A good potato soup requires carrots, but this will be filling even without them.”
Another farmer ran off, and soon, I had a bunch of carrots, which also went into the broth.
“Perhaps someone has some leeks or onions,” I said. “Oh, what a wonderful stew it would be with just a few.”
As before, I soon had my ingredients, as well as a head of cabbage, mushrooms, and a rutabaga.
I took a sip. "Wonderful! The flavors imparted by the knife blend so well with your ingredients. It needs only one more thing.”
I made a show of checking my robes, revealing empty pockets. “The fairies took off with my salt and pepper. What is soup without those?” They might as well take the blame, I thought, for lack of spices.
Several people turned on a man who was slightly better dressed than the rest, and I do mean slightly. “Well, Mayor?” they demanded.
“Yes, yes, of course,” he said and headed off, soon to reappear with the requested items.
“I have some rosemary,” a young woman approached, offering me a sprig.
“And I have sage,” someone else said, thrusting it into my hands.
“Mm, this smells good,” I said, adding the seasoning. Indeed, the air was #redolent with the savory smell of soup.
Taking one last stir, I announced: "It should be ready by the time someone fetches bowls."
And as for me, belly full, I was content. I scooped up my knife, saying, “Your generosity fills my heart with gladness. There will be no need to erect a monument to me,” and left town.
And who was this fabulous cook? This modest genius? A procurer of ingredients from thin air and thinner peasants?
It was I, Elaina, the Wandering Witch!
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#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 65: Jurassic Era
#TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author's choice #Wss366 Redolent #MastoPrompt Melt
The inner sea, surrounded by pyramids, was calm. It wasn’t until we reached a corner that we encountered significant debris: piles of seaweed and logs, as well as a huge squid #melting back into the primordial ooze. The air was #redolent of decay. The buzzing of insects over the corpse underscored the absence of larger living creatures within the inner sea.
We skirted the corpse, rounded the corner, and found steps carved into the pyramid's side. They rose gradually, switching back and forth as they climbed. Emily scouted ahead and reported that the stairs ended at a tunnel leading into the pyramid about two-thirds of the way up.
“It’s a long, exposed climb,” I said upon hearing the news. “I think we should decide where we’re going next in case we need to escape quickly.”
Learn more about the rabbits
Learn more about the illuminati
Learn more about Bjou’s past
Visit Emily’s Grandmother
Take a break and go somewhere safe and cozy. -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 65: Jurassic Era
#TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author's choice #Wss366 Redolent #MastoPrompt Melt
The inner sea, surrounded by pyramids, was calm. It wasn’t until we reached a corner that we encountered significant debris: piles of seaweed and logs, as well as a huge squid #melting back into the primordial ooze. The air was #redolent of decay. The buzzing of insects over the corpse underscored the absence of larger living creatures within the inner sea.
We skirted the corpse, rounded the corner, and found steps carved into the pyramid's side. They rose gradually, switching back and forth as they climbed. Emily scouted ahead and reported that the stairs ended at a tunnel leading into the pyramid about two-thirds of the way up.
“It’s a long, exposed climb,” I said upon hearing the news. “I think we should decide where we’re going next in case we need to escape quickly.”
Learn more about the rabbits
Learn more about the illuminati
Learn more about Bjou’s past
Visit Emily’s Grandmother
Take a break and go somewhere safe and cozy. -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 65: Jurassic Era
#TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author's choice #Wss366 Redolent #MastoPrompt Melt
The inner sea, surrounded by pyramids, was calm. It wasn’t until we reached a corner that we encountered significant debris: piles of seaweed and logs, as well as a huge squid #melting back into the primordial ooze. The air was #redolent of decay. The buzzing of insects over the corpse underscored the absence of larger living creatures within the inner sea.
We skirted the corpse, rounded the corner, and found steps carved into the pyramid's side. They rose gradually, switching back and forth as they climbed. Emily scouted ahead and reported that the stairs ended at a tunnel leading into the pyramid about two-thirds of the way up.
“It’s a long, exposed climb,” I said upon hearing the news. “I think we should decide where we’re going next in case we need to escape quickly.”
Learn more about the rabbits
Learn more about the illuminati
Learn more about Bjou’s past
Visit Emily’s Grandmother
Take a break and go somewhere safe and cozy. -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 65: Jurassic Era
#TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author's choice #Wss366 Redolent #MastoPrompt Melt
The inner sea, surrounded by pyramids, was calm. It wasn’t until we reached a corner that we encountered significant debris: piles of seaweed and logs, as well as a huge squid #melting back into the primordial ooze. The air was #redolent of decay. The buzzing of insects over the corpse underscored the absence of larger living creatures within the inner sea.
We skirted the corpse, rounded the corner, and found steps carved into the pyramid's side. They rose gradually, switching back and forth as they climbed. Emily scouted ahead and reported that the stairs ended at a tunnel leading into the pyramid about two-thirds of the way up.
“It’s a long, exposed climb,” I said upon hearing the news. “I think we should decide where we’re going next in case we need to escape quickly.”
Learn more about the rabbits
Learn more about the illuminati
Learn more about Bjou’s past
Visit Emily’s Grandmother
Take a break and go somewhere safe and cozy. -
#TimeTravelingGhost EP 5 Part 65: Jurassic Era
#TimeTravelAuthors 31. Author's choice #Wss366 Redolent #MastoPrompt Melt
The inner sea, surrounded by pyramids, was calm. It wasn’t until we reached a corner that we encountered significant debris: piles of seaweed and logs, as well as a huge squid #melting back into the primordial ooze. The air was #redolent of decay. The buzzing of insects over the corpse underscored the absence of larger living creatures within the inner sea.
We skirted the corpse, rounded the corner, and found steps carved into the pyramid's side. They rose gradually, switching back and forth as they climbed. Emily scouted ahead and reported that the stairs ended at a tunnel leading into the pyramid about two-thirds of the way up.
“It’s a long, exposed climb,” I said upon hearing the news. “I think we should decide where we’re going next in case we need to escape quickly.”
Learn more about the rabbits
Learn more about the illuminati
Learn more about Bjou’s past
Visit Emily’s Grandmother
Take a break and go somewhere safe and cozy. -
People ask me why I'm always so relaxed. I have a deck of answers; I shuffle through them and try to make the one I choose match the person asking--not sure how good I am at that, though.
Here's the truth: it's because I have a microdimension tucked into my pocket, a pocket-sized pocket dimension. If I need a breather, I just pull myself into it. It's a lovely, lazy place, #redolent of indolence, you might say. I linger a bit listening to the four-dimensional birds.
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People ask me why I'm always so relaxed. I have a deck of answers; I shuffle through them and try to make the one I choose match the person asking--not sure how good I am at that, though.
Here's the truth: it's because I have a microdimension tucked into my pocket, a pocket-sized pocket dimension. If I need a breather, I just pull myself into it. It's a lovely, lazy place, #redolent of indolence, you might say. I linger a bit listening to the four-dimensional birds.
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People ask me why I'm always so relaxed. I have a deck of answers; I shuffle through them and try to make the one I choose match the person asking--not sure how good I am at that, though.
Here's the truth: it's because I have a microdimension tucked into my pocket, a pocket-sized pocket dimension. If I need a breather, I just pull myself into it. It's a lovely, lazy place, #redolent of indolence, you might say. I linger a bit listening to the four-dimensional birds.
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People ask me why I'm always so relaxed. I have a deck of answers; I shuffle through them and try to make the one I choose match the person asking--not sure how good I am at that, though.
Here's the truth: it's because I have a microdimension tucked into my pocket, a pocket-sized pocket dimension. If I need a breather, I just pull myself into it. It's a lovely, lazy place, #redolent of indolence, you might say. I linger a bit listening to the four-dimensional birds.
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People ask me why I'm always so relaxed. I have a deck of answers; I shuffle through them and try to make the one I choose match the person asking--not sure how good I am at that, though.
Here's the truth: it's because I have a microdimension tucked into my pocket, a pocket-sized pocket dimension. If I need a breather, I just pull myself into it. It's a lovely, lazy place, #redolent of indolence, you might say. I linger a bit listening to the four-dimensional birds.
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CW: Violence
The full moon behind the clouds bathed the city in cold, diffuse light. Amina sat in the back of a cab, raindrops running their silent race down the window.
"This is fine." She gestured the driver to stop.
"You sure? Rough hood, this." The driver seemed honestly concerned.
"Yeah, I know, I'm from here. Need to stretch my legs." She smiled.
"Your call." The driver shrugged.
Amina waited until the car had vanished around the corner before she turned into a small side street and fell into a trot. Her way took her through a labyrinth of back alleys until she stood before a heavy door at the back of a warehouse. Someone had scratched The Den into the paint. She didn't need to wait for the door to open.
"You're late. " The burly, bearded doorman locked the door behind her, and gave her a hug.
"Nah, they were early." She grinned and made her way deeper into the building.
With each step she allowed more of the change. Growing hair and teeth, stretching limbs and an ambush of sounds and smells. Before her hands were only claws she undressed and fell on all fours, now more wolf than human.
She could smell the bears before she stepped into the big room with the iron cage. The crowd erupted into a wild roar when she made her entrance.
In the center of the cage waited a brown bear, outwardly calm, but #redolent of fear.
"You got guts." Amina growled. "Pity I gotta take 'em."
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CW: Violence
The full moon behind the clouds bathed the city in cold, diffuse light. Amina sat in the back of a cab, raindrops running their silent race down the window.
"This is fine." She gestured the driver to stop.
"You sure? Rough hood, this." The driver seemed honestly concerned.
"Yeah, I know, I'm from here. Need to stretch my legs." She smiled.
"Your call." The driver shrugged.
Amina waited until the car had vanished around the corner before she turned into a small side street and fell into a trot. Her way took her through a labyrinth of back alleys until she stood before a heavy door at the back of a warehouse. Someone had scratched The Den into the paint. She didn't need to wait for the door to open.
"You're late. " The burly, bearded doorman locked the door behind her, and gave her a hug.
"Nah, they were early." She grinned and made her way deeper into the building.
With each step she allowed more of the change. Growing hair and teeth, stretching limbs and an ambush of sounds and smells. Before her hands were only claws she undressed and fell on all fours, now more wolf than human.
She could smell the bears before she stepped into the big room with the iron cage. The crowd erupted into a wild roar when she made her entrance.
In the center of the cage waited a brown bear, outwardly calm, but #redolent of fear.
"You got guts." Amina growled. "Pity I gotta take 'em."
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CW: Violence
The full moon behind the clouds bathed the city in cold, diffuse light. Amina sat in the back of a cab, raindrops running their silent race down the window.
"This is fine." She gestured the driver to stop.
"You sure? Rough hood, this." The driver seemed honestly concerned.
"Yeah, I know, I'm from here. Need to stretch my legs." She smiled.
"Your call." The driver shrugged.
Amina waited until the car had vanished around the corner before she turned into a small side street and fell into a trot. Her way took her through a labyrinth of back alleys until she stood before a heavy door at the back of a warehouse. Someone had scratched The Den into the paint. She didn't need to wait for the door to open.
"You're late. " The burly, bearded doorman locked the door behind her, and gave her a hug.
"Nah, they were early." She grinned and made her way deeper into the building.
With each step she allowed more of the change. Growing hair and teeth, stretching limbs and an ambush of sounds and smells. Before her hands were only claws she undressed and fell on all fours, now more wolf than human.
She could smell the bears before she stepped into the big room with the iron cage. The crowd erupted into a wild roar when she made her entrance.
In the center of the cage waited a brown bear, outwardly calm, but #redolent of fear.
"You got guts." Amina growled. "Pity I gotta take 'em."
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CW: Violence
The full moon behind the clouds bathed the city in cold, diffuse light. Amina sat in the back of a cab, raindrops running their silent race down the window.
"This is fine." She gestured the driver to stop.
"You sure? Rough hood, this." The driver seemed honestly concerned.
"Yeah, I know, I'm from here. Need to stretch my legs." She smiled.
"Your call." The driver shrugged.
Amina waited until the car had vanished around the corner before she turned into a small side street and fell into a trot. Her way took her through a labyrinth of back alleys until she stood before a heavy door at the back of a warehouse. Someone had scratched The Den into the paint. She didn't need to wait for the door to open.
"You're late. " The burly, bearded doorman locked the door behind her, and gave her a hug.
"Nah, they were early." She grinned and made her way deeper into the building.
With each step she allowed more of the change. Growing hair and teeth, stretching limbs and an ambush of sounds and smells. Before her hands were only claws she undressed and fell on all fours, now more wolf than human.
She could smell the bears before she stepped into the big room with the iron cage. The crowd erupted into a wild roar when she made her entrance.
In the center of the cage waited a brown bear, outwardly calm, but #redolent of fear.
"You got guts." Amina growled. "Pity I gotta take 'em."
-
CW: Violence
The full moon behind the clouds bathed the city in cold, diffuse light. Amina sat in the back of a cab, raindrops running their silent race down the window.
"This is fine." She gestured the driver to stop.
"You sure? Rough hood, this." The driver seemed honestly concerned.
"Yeah, I know, I'm from here. Need to stretch my legs." She smiled.
"Your call." The driver shrugged.
Amina waited until the car had vanished around the corner before she turned into a small side street and fell into a trot. Her way took her through a labyrinth of back alleys until she stood before a heavy door at the back of a warehouse. Someone had scratched The Den into the paint. She didn't need to wait for the door to open.
"You're late. " The burly, bearded doorman locked the door behind her, and gave her a hug.
"Nah, they were early." She grinned and made her way deeper into the building.
With each step she allowed more of the change. Growing hair and teeth, stretching limbs and an ambush of sounds and smells. Before her hands were only claws she undressed and fell on all fours, now more wolf than human.
She could smell the bears before she stepped into the big room with the iron cage. The crowd erupted into a wild roar when she made her entrance.
In the center of the cage waited a brown bear, outwardly calm, but #redolent of fear.
"You got guts." Amina growled. "Pity I gotta take 'em."
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https://www.europesays.com/uk/209113/ Dundee to host Scottish album awards for next three years – The Irish News #Arts #Awards #Britain #CairdHall #Dundee #GreatBritain #Mogwai #rEDOLENT #say #Scotland #ScottishAlbumOfTheYear #UK #UnitedKingdom #YoungFathers
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New Artist announced for TRNSMT Festival 2025: 🔥 Redolent 🔥
🎶 Listen to the current LineUp on YouTube and Spotify: https://fyrefestivals.co
🎟️ Get your Tickets now: https://prf.hn/l/EJnYMdO#TRNSMT_Festival_2025 #Redolent #fyre_festivals #livemusic #youtube #spotify #music #musicfestivals #playlist #tickets #announcement
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New Artist announced for TRNSMT Festival 2025: 🔥 Redolent 🔥
🎶 Listen to the current LineUp on YouTube and Spotify: https://fyrefestivals.co
🎟️ Get your Tickets now: https://prf.hn/l/EJnYMdO#TRNSMT_Festival_2025 #Redolent #fyre_festivals #livemusic #youtube #spotify #music #musicfestivals #playlist #tickets #announcement
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New Artist announced for TRNSMT Festival 2025: 🔥 Redolent 🔥
🎶 Listen to the current LineUp on YouTube and Spotify: https://fyrefestivals.co
🎟️ Get your Tickets now: https://prf.hn/l/EJnYMdO#TRNSMT_Festival_2025 #Redolent #fyre_festivals #livemusic #youtube #spotify #music #musicfestivals #playlist #tickets #announcement
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New Artist announced for TRNSMT Festival 2025: 🔥 Redolent 🔥
🎶 Listen to the current LineUp on YouTube and Spotify: https://fyrefestivals.co
🎟️ Get your Tickets now: https://prf.hn/l/EJnYMdO#TRNSMT_Festival_2025 #Redolent #fyre_festivals #livemusic #youtube #spotify #music #musicfestivals #playlist #tickets #announcement
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New Artist announced for TRNSMT Festival 2025: 🔥 Redolent 🔥
🎶 Listen to the current LineUp on YouTube and Spotify: https://fyrefestivals.co
🎟️ Get your Tickets now: https://prf.hn/l/EJnYMdO#TRNSMT_Festival_2025 #Redolent #fyre_festivals #livemusic #youtube #spotify #music #musicfestivals #playlist #tickets #announcement
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rEDOLENT has a distinctive pop sound that combines synth-driven, breakbeat-happy, bright tones with somber topics and a relatively restrained presentation.
Find out more about their music at https://thepropagandasite.com/artist/redolent
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rEDOLENT has a distinctive pop sound that combines synth-driven, breakbeat-happy, bright tones with somber topics and a relatively restrained presentation.
Find out more about their music at https://thepropagandasite.com/artist/redolent
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rEDOLENT has a distinctive pop sound that combines synth-driven, breakbeat-happy, bright tones with somber topics and a relatively restrained presentation.
Find out more about their music at https://thepropagandasite.com/artist/redolent
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rEDOLENT has a distinctive pop sound that combines synth-driven, breakbeat-happy, bright tones with somber topics and a relatively restrained presentation.
Find out more about their music at https://thepropagandasite.com/artist/redolent
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rEDOLENT has a distinctive pop sound that combines synth-driven, breakbeat-happy, bright tones with somber topics and a relatively restrained presentation.
Find out more about their music at https://thepropagandasite.com/artist/redolent
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Revin lay awake, tossing & turning, long after Lidja had fallen asleep. Finally, he got up, put on a robe, & walked to the botanical garden of Ravensbelth to sit by the fountain & be soothed by the music of the water.
When he entered, the air was #redolent with a sweet scent. He sniffed, seeking the source of the odor.
"It's the Night-blooming Jasmine," the Baron observed. "Or so Lady Cecelia says."
"Milord!" Revin said, with a start, then grinned. "We have to stop meeting like this!" -
Revin lay awake, tossing & turning, long after Lidja had fallen asleep. Finally, he got up, put on a robe, & walked to the botanical garden of Ravensbelth to sit by the fountain & be soothed by the music of the water.
When he entered, the air was #redolent with a sweet scent. He sniffed, seeking the source of the odor.
"It's the Night-blooming Jasmine," the Baron observed. "Or so Lady Cecelia says."
"Milord!" Revin said, with a start, then grinned. "We have to stop meeting like this!" -
Revin lay awake, tossing & turning, long after Lidja had fallen asleep. Finally, he got up, put on a robe, & walked to the botanical garden of Ravensbelth to sit by the fountain & be soothed by the music of the water.
When he entered, the air was #redolent with a sweet scent. He sniffed, seeking the source of the odor.
"It's the Night-blooming Jasmine," the Baron observed. "Or so Lady Cecelia says."
"Milord!" Revin said, with a start, then grinned. "We have to stop meeting like this!" -
Revin lay awake, tossing & turning, long after Lidja had fallen asleep. Finally, he got up, put on a robe, & walked to the botanical garden of Ravensbelth to sit by the fountain & be soothed by the music of the water.
When he entered, the air was #redolent with a sweet scent. He sniffed, seeking the source of the odor.
"It's the Night-blooming Jasmine," the Baron observed. "Or so Lady Cecelia says."
"Milord!" Revin said, with a start, then grinned. "We have to stop meeting like this!" -
Revin lay awake, tossing & turning, long after Lidja had fallen asleep. Finally, he got up, put on a robe, & walked to the botanical garden of Ravensbelth to sit by the fountain & be soothed by the music of the water.
When he entered, the air was #redolent with a sweet scent. He sniffed, seeking the source of the odor.
"It's the Night-blooming Jasmine," the Baron observed. "Or so Lady Cecelia says."
"Milord!" Revin said, with a start, then grinned. "We have to stop meeting like this!" -
The sky turns to #blueberry on an early Summer's day, the sun painting a thin line of #turquoise with its last ray. A whiff passing through, #redolent of you, and you sneak into my dreams. How #sly.
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The sky turns to #blueberry on an early Summer's day, the sun painting a thin line of #turquoise with its last ray. A whiff passing through, #redolent of you, and you sneak into my dreams. How #sly.
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The sky turns to #blueberry on an early Summer's day, the sun painting a thin line of #turquoise with its last ray. A whiff passing through, #redolent of you, and you sneak into my dreams. How #sly.
