Kendricke Posted September 7, 2005 Report Share Posted September 7, 2005 (edited) A repost from years now past. Doors open, darkness consumes. I close my eyes for the briefest of moments (I'm almost there). Hands on me, searching idly. Smoke, smoldering, smelling of old. Tribal undulations fill the concrete floor beneath me (I can feel it). Another doorway, another hand. This one uncaring and just wants my proof. I take a step, and the world falls out. I'm hit by a wall of sensation! I feel the heartbeat of the room, like some ancient mythic beast. All week I've stalked it to this lair, and now it's time to feed. Rumbling, stumbling, almost fumbling, there's movement everywhere! Move it, groove it, cannot lose it. Look at them stare - LOOK AT THEM STARE! I pick a spot and close my eyes, my feet are hypnotized. No longer who I was, my mind expands a beyond its size. I'm in control. I grab my floor. I'll show them what to see. I am the one. I know it now. Perfection is acheived. They back up fast. They give me room. They know that it is me. The hunter's here - that's what they know - and now it's time to feed. I am the sound. I am the floor. I am the gasping heat. I am the ground. I am the air. I am the breaking beat. Feel me now, rushing hard. I am now complete. The hunter's here. His kill is swift, and now it's time to feed. Other hunters come to join. The battle is begun. Striking feints, and counter thrusts. We fight till we are one. Tribal rhythms shape our law. The beast shakes beneath our feet. We are the pack. Our hunt is here, and now it's time to feed. A post (or repost) from other sites In the Library is found Thank you for your sharing, M'Lord It's nice to see you around. Edited September 7, 2005 by Peredhil Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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