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Hekate's Feet WorshipThe sun was shining somewhat brightly in the afternoon with white puffy like clouds in the blue sky. During this lovely afternoon a yellow hedgehog name Bolt was walking along a grassy field with a nice wind blowing by.
Bolt wore his black shirt with the lighting bolt in the center, blue jeans, and black sneakers with lighting steaks on the side of his sneakers. He stopped walking as Bolt took a deep breath of the good smelling air.
Ah man what lovely weather today.
He looked up at the sky to see the clouds as a smile appeared on Bolts face. Once he finished looking up at the skies, Bolt looked down at his shadow and noti
Hekate's Tickle TortureThere were stars in the night time sky as a gentle breeze blew through the trees of a local forest expect for one person. There was a woman who was walking through the forest wearing a brown necroplasmic suit with brown boots and a brown cape along with two spiked cuffs around her wrists.
This woman also had blonde hair and yellow eyes and her name was Hekate. She looked liked she was in some sort of bad mood as Hekate was walking through the forest. As she was walking, Hekate noticed someone coming towards her.
Hmph like I care whos coming this way.
The person that was walking the opposite direction of Hekate and was dre
9: Allies and Enemies Ch 4 That evening, 1 and 11's sat against the walls of the loft. 8 and 12 were by their side, standing guard.
"Remember that time you accidentally spilled the professor's formula and it burned a hole through the table?" 1 chuckled.
11 placed a hand on his forehead and laughed. "Oh yes. I was such a klutz."
"We were young. What did we know? Speaking of which, whatever happened to 10?"
The smile melted off 11's face. "He died."
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. What happened?"
"He was just a prototype. He didn't stand a chance in the war. But you have to admit, he was a silly idealist. He always had the silliest fantasies about a peaceful world.
9: Allies and Enemies Ch 3 Up above the barn was a loft stacked with rotting hay. On an overturned bucket in front of a dimly lit window, 11 sat with 12 by his side and another girl on his lap. She had yellow yarn hair tied up in a pink ribbon, a white canvas body, and another pink ribbon used to tie the blue vest around her torso. 13 stood beside 17, who hunched over to clutch her tattered knee shut.
"What were you thinking? You could have led the beast right to us. You could have gotten us all killed!"
"I'm sorry," 17 muttered. She fumbled with her broken claws and looked at 11's shadow on the ground. Her shoulders hunched every time 11 raised his voice.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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