ThatFunkyBunch

It is Shadow we expected. 

We have been starving ourselves for days in hope he would come for his prize. 

Such a heavenly feast it would be. A storm of senses at the break of abstinence. 

The flesh of the high ones..so exponent. 

Their thoughts, clear and brisk waters from ancient glacial currents. 

Aah...

But I see he will not date face us. 

Instead we got you – another mangy railrait. Trash-digging, foul-smelling, ugly, dysgenic MONGREL!…

But, alas, we have not eaten for a while so we must make do… Come, little one, let us take you down the corridors of pain.

Take heart for on the other side a greater destiny awaits. You must descend to become exalted.

Come… join your river into our sea and become the flesh of a god.