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Mom is in the title.
Storytime below.
I will admit to my ignorance, that I in light of recent events might not have been av well informed about certain things as I would have though. Perhaps it is this very ignorans that would have led me, like im shure it would have led many other equines and other sapient creatures of our world.
To bruch aside these strange events as just some malificent curse places by some nefarious wizard betwen the pages of that dreaded old book of the Necromomicon. To lock away all the strangeness of this night behind the notion that it was just an halucination projected onto us as a form of security feature, designed to guard the pages from any unwanted eyes who might try to pry its secrets. Such thoughts are safe, and it guards your mind against the more terrifying posibilities.
Yet - such safety nets were not to be, not for me, nor for my two female companions, whos minds had been opened to the more terrifying truths of the universe.
I had just saved my dear Glyph from a terrible trance placed on her, I persumed, by that dreaded tome, trapping her in state of strange and malignant chanting, whose results might have proved disastrous, had they been allowed to come to fruition.
As it were, I now did the best to comfort my spouse, while the black tome lay scattered not to far away. I payed it no mind, for my mind was as the moment ocupied with the welbeing of my beloved. Mivera however, did.
Picking up the thing, she went to sit on a piece of the architecture, which seemed to have fallen during the chaos. There she sat sobbing to herself, while cradling the blasted book like a foal. Fragments of her mumbling seemed to contain a certain hint of morbid bittersweet joy.
I felt a wave of repulsion at the idea. How she could care for that which had caused me and my wife so much distress. How she would crawl to the thing like a mare possessed while ignoring her two guests and friends. And possessed she must be, I thought, for that cursed book to hold such a strong grip over her.
That’s when Glyph, sensing my fiery intent for the thing, hit me over the head with a piece of new information that cast certain events into a new and horrible light.
How that Necromomicon possessed a pair of red jewels in its binders, that seemed to follow you wherever you went.
How it processes information related to the current day, and how it seemed to reveal information only when it desired to.
How the thing, bound in leather black like charred pony hide, inked in pony blood, uppon pages of pony flesh, seemed to possess a mind of its own.
And even more so. How mivera had acted around the thing.
“The Tome is not evil” she said.
“Its her mother.”
Truly, this night, which had already been so strange, was far from over.
note
Were the hints too subtle?
Storytime below.
I will admit to my ignorance, that I in light of recent events might not have been av well informed about certain things as I would have though. Perhaps it is this very ignorans that would have led me, like im shure it would have led many other equines and other sapient creatures of our world.
To bruch aside these strange events as just some malificent curse places by some nefarious wizard betwen the pages of that dreaded old book of the Necromomicon. To lock away all the strangeness of this night behind the notion that it was just an halucination projected onto us as a form of security feature, designed to guard the pages from any unwanted eyes who might try to pry its secrets. Such thoughts are safe, and it guards your mind against the more terrifying posibilities.
Yet - such safety nets were not to be, not for me, nor for my two female companions, whos minds had been opened to the more terrifying truths of the universe.
I had just saved my dear Glyph from a terrible trance placed on her, I persumed, by that dreaded tome, trapping her in state of strange and malignant chanting, whose results might have proved disastrous, had they been allowed to come to fruition.
As it were, I now did the best to comfort my spouse, while the black tome lay scattered not to far away. I payed it no mind, for my mind was as the moment ocupied with the welbeing of my beloved. Mivera however, did.
Picking up the thing, she went to sit on a piece of the architecture, which seemed to have fallen during the chaos. There she sat sobbing to herself, while cradling the blasted book like a foal. Fragments of her mumbling seemed to contain a certain hint of morbid bittersweet joy.
I felt a wave of repulsion at the idea. How she could care for that which had caused me and my wife so much distress. How she would crawl to the thing like a mare possessed while ignoring her two guests and friends. And possessed she must be, I thought, for that cursed book to hold such a strong grip over her.
That’s when Glyph, sensing my fiery intent for the thing, hit me over the head with a piece of new information that cast certain events into a new and horrible light.
How that Necromomicon possessed a pair of red jewels in its binders, that seemed to follow you wherever you went.
How it processes information related to the current day, and how it seemed to reveal information only when it desired to.
How the thing, bound in leather black like charred pony hide, inked in pony blood, uppon pages of pony flesh, seemed to possess a mind of its own.
And even more so. How mivera had acted around the thing.
“The Tome is not evil” she said.
“Its her mother.”
Truly, this night, which had already been so strange, was far from over.
note
Were the hints too subtle?
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