Yer not half bad pickin' up what I'm droppin' for a newbie!
[wink]
Ah, well, the love stories-they're important, but not as important. Mr. Eaten...well, he were so buried he'd never come back. Not fully. But betrayal's a funny thing, y'know. It leaves a mark. A stain. It endures in it's own ways. Can't wash it all out, like Macbeth or what 'ave yous.
What Mr. Eaten became was a shadow that hated. That cried. That harmed. But especially hungered. And anyone who heard the call, looked into a well, saw a candle flicker. Some 'em went to Seek his Name. The thing buried most of all by them other Masters.
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[wink]
Ah, well, the love stories-they're important, but not as important. Mr. Eaten...well, he were so buried he'd never come back. Not fully. But betrayal's a funny thing, y'know. It leaves a mark. A stain. It endures in it's own ways. Can't wash it all out, like Macbeth or what 'ave yous.
What Mr. Eaten became was a shadow that hated. That cried. That harmed. But especially hungered. And anyone who heard the call, looked into a well, saw a candle flicker. Some 'em went to Seek his Name. The thing buried most of all by them other Masters.