I imagine myself as Elric of Melnibone… I have been called by Man the White Wolf, and many other names… I was in the Northern Wastes when an omen showed itself to me and beckoned me to follow… It was a white wolf… I have followed on impulse, starting a journey through a frozen land ensconced within eternal twilight…
I follow the white wolf not knowing where I am going or why… I have no companions; I have no friends to accompany me… Only Stormbringer at my side, now howling for souls, but there are none to feed the demon, and as such, my strength dwindles, my life ebbs, and I know it is not long before I will perish in this hellish place, alone, cold, and as empty as the land through which I journey. But I must follow where the white wolf leads as I am drifting through the multiverse and must find myself back to sanity, or that at least which I call sanity. Without a guide, I am also lost. As it would seem, I am doomed.
Where are you Arioch!? Donblas!? Xiombarg!? Won’t one of you show yourself to feed my sword? Come for me!!! I await you!!!
But nothing… Just the cold… Just the emptiness… Just the white wolf leading me onward…
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2 comments:
Nice, evocative, and very cool. I hope that you're just writing fiction and not bearing your soul (btw, nice choice for a portrait!)
I wish I could say I was writing fiction... It would be a cool (no pun intended) start to a short story... But at the moment...
Thanks for the appreciation of the pic... It's one of the best I've found.
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