Paratima
08-29-2002, 11:24 PM
Deep in its dark and fetid lair, the beast stirs, not awake, not asleep. It turns. It rolls, not knowing why.
Definitely not asleep now, nor yet fully awake, the beast stretches, muscles like liquid steel rolling beneath its hide.
Groggy, almost in a daze, it wonders, "Who/what was I?"
Waking. No, now, "Who AM I?"
"Why do I seem to hear people calling my name?"
"Yes," the beast realizes, "it IS my name. I remember!"
And it bounds now out of the cave, to the sound of hundreds, no, thousands of people calling in unison, "xj10bt!"
Definitely not asleep now, nor yet fully awake, the beast stretches, muscles like liquid steel rolling beneath its hide.
Groggy, almost in a daze, it wonders, "Who/what was I?"
Waking. No, now, "Who AM I?"
"Why do I seem to hear people calling my name?"
"Yes," the beast realizes, "it IS my name. I remember!"
And it bounds now out of the cave, to the sound of hundreds, no, thousands of people calling in unison, "xj10bt!"