From The Void (meahrey)

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From The Void


Though one would think it was the slurping from under her bed that woke the girl, it was truly the constant drops splashing onto the hardwood floor.

Sleepily rubbing her eyes, she leaned over the side of the bed.

Tiny, countless, bead-like eyes gazed out of a tentacle mass, who was enjoying the consumption of what could only have been the neighborhood alley-cat. Blood and bits of matted fur covered her floor.

Rolling back into bed, the girl yawned. "Please clean up after yourself," she mumbled to the beast.

It's not easy being an heir to the Void.

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