A Wanderer wanders in
The new arrival to Derry was finding the air strange. Heavy, with more than the humid summer heat and buzz of cicadas. She felt on edge and couldn’t puzzle out why. New places never made her nervous, but an unease had settled over her since her feet first brought her wandering into Derry. The town smelled of discarded things, musky clothes and rusted bikes, broken dolls and ripped raincoats. A whiff of rain on the wind, a hint of blood and rot, too slight for any human nose to perceive.
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Deep deep inside the sewers, Pennywise was about to devour one of IT’s leftovers from the day before. IT stretched out on a pile of old riff raff that had been lying around for ages until IT formed it to IT’s wishes, a place to relax and to eat of course. Lying on IT’s back, Pennywise could suddenly feel a strange presence around which wasn’t there before. Did someone dared to enter IT’s turf without asking? It seemed like it. Hastily slinging down the last bit of leftovers, Pennywise got up, sniffing the air. Yes indeed, there was someone here that didn’t belong to Derry at all.
Curiosity got the best of IT, thus Pennywise began to follow the strange scent and the voice IT could hear. Carefree little thing, maybe IT had just found ITself another victim… Grinning like a chesire cat, Pennywise continued to follow the voice to its source. IT came closer and the scent became stronger, nearly unbearable by now.
IT decided to stay in the shadows, watching. Waiting IT’s time.
“Come on, little one, whoever you are, i am waiting for you…Come into my deadlights..”
@roaming-fae
As the strange scent drew nearer, Sammy meandered from the shallow waters and moved up the side of the tunnel, around to the ceiling where she strolled along, walking upside down. She continued to hum, slowing to a stop when she heard that voice speak out. Tilting her head, she stared into the darkness ahead, trying to determine what was lurking there. Her sight was usually excellent in the dark, but that didn’t mean it would be now against this new creature. IT’s comment amused, and she laughed.
“Little one? Inaccurate, I’m a maypole. Deadlights, huh? That sounds intriguing. You sound it too. Never smelt your sort before.”
She prowled closer, curiosity overriding caution.
@ancientdeadlight











