Lost world -- the river banks
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jack...plashy, marshy, muddy banks. We squatted and councilled ... The professor began to mould grasses and mud and cane and string and a little bit of sorcery into a model of a small Pterosaur. This lost world was formed by a sufficient impression of will, creating a small veil between the veils Ruginious and Ecolumbine, and like the older veils it drew into it souls of departing dead seeking a path in the afterlife.
Souls suited to it took bodily form here, and only later found that it was a tragic dead-end, giving some respite but leading no deeper into the veils. For a few it was a satisfactory rest, happy to spend the last of their unshed desires here until they dwindled into oblivion, mostly content to have found an acceptable lot. But many seethed with repressed feelings they might have resolved, but called into a savage recreation and parody of a brutal world fed them more and more, becoming the most vicious saurians we had seen.
...many troubled souls found peace in the great sea at the end of the veil Ruginious, never venturing to the veil beyond the sea, as storm-tossed porpoises or gulls, and might find equal peace in a simple life of the admitted beauty here. The happy-go-lucky aquatic latino-greek pisceosaurs were plainly... dragon was a human soul still determined to trek further, sidetracked into... but the vicious Tyrannosaurs, and raptors, and other saurians of the hunt, and the stranger conceptions conjured here but never in the real world, like the dragon vine, were souls of only...
But the professor spoke urgently of theology, and the angel's command and Johnson and I ruthlessly... told Clive no-one had a right to determine another's life, nor immortal destiny, but we had at least as much as malevolent shape of this problematic veil... shaped the pterosaurian sculpture as a vessel for a soul that would find resolution in a simple and difficult incarnation... world did not admit anything articulate, but the professor said she could sculpt an offer for a soul lost in the Ruginious that would give it...
She delicately stretched the wing, and it bent open, the joints cracking in the tension but the wing sliding out into place... ran a finger along the neck, demonstrating the curve of... it fluttered gently with new life and...
The new bird stretched, and cawed, and looked on us with an affectionate eye, and I could not help but smile. Whatever soul we had created an invitation for into this place, it did not seem to regret it, nor to be prone to the unsavoury tendencies of it, and I hoped that whatever we had done, the soul would find a better path from this world than it had prior to it.
The professor stroked it gently and gestured aloft, and it screeched and circled higher. The professor began another sculpting... walked forward, and high above two pterosaurs soared, the other avians naturally spreading their net to leave it spaced... as long as they circled loosely, no other pterosaur would come close enough to spot us and call the hunters....
We led our stegoi on along the river, nervously glancing up.
Souls suited to it took bodily form here, and only later found that it was a tragic dead-end, giving some respite but leading no deeper into the veils. For a few it was a satisfactory rest, happy to spend the last of their unshed desires here until they dwindled into oblivion, mostly content to have found an acceptable lot. But many seethed with repressed feelings they might have resolved, but called into a savage recreation and parody of a brutal world fed them more and more, becoming the most vicious saurians we had seen.
...many troubled souls found peace in the great sea at the end of the veil Ruginious, never venturing to the veil beyond the sea, as storm-tossed porpoises or gulls, and might find equal peace in a simple life of the admitted beauty here. The happy-go-lucky aquatic latino-greek pisceosaurs were plainly... dragon was a human soul still determined to trek further, sidetracked into... but the vicious Tyrannosaurs, and raptors, and other saurians of the hunt, and the stranger conceptions conjured here but never in the real world, like the dragon vine, were souls of only...
But the professor spoke urgently of theology, and the angel's command and Johnson and I ruthlessly... told Clive no-one had a right to determine another's life, nor immortal destiny, but we had at least as much as malevolent shape of this problematic veil... shaped the pterosaurian sculpture as a vessel for a soul that would find resolution in a simple and difficult incarnation... world did not admit anything articulate, but the professor said she could sculpt an offer for a soul lost in the Ruginious that would give it...
She delicately stretched the wing, and it bent open, the joints cracking in the tension but the wing sliding out into place... ran a finger along the neck, demonstrating the curve of... it fluttered gently with new life and...
The new bird stretched, and cawed, and looked on us with an affectionate eye, and I could not help but smile. Whatever soul we had created an invitation for into this place, it did not seem to regret it, nor to be prone to the unsavoury tendencies of it, and I hoped that whatever we had done, the soul would find a better path from this world than it had prior to it.
The professor stroked it gently and gestured aloft, and it screeched and circled higher. The professor began another sculpting... walked forward, and high above two pterosaurs soared, the other avians naturally spreading their net to leave it spaced... as long as they circled loosely, no other pterosaur would come close enough to spot us and call the hunters....
We led our stegoi on along the river, nervously glancing up.