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ART DROP // THE BLACK MAW
Some men have kind eyes.
Erik Mordiger's scream "occupational hazard."
New RAPTORAEM art from the archive: the Black Maw, rendered at the precise moment you realize you have been perceived and would strongly prefer to return to being scenery.
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He was the thing children were warned about.
She stood beneath his shadow anyway.
New official Raptoræm art by @bromleynbones—and as always, they understood the assignment: Mordiger as wall, weapon and terrible shelter; Stryx small beneath him, but never diminished.
Meet the Black Maw and his Little Bird. 🖤
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Tourism brochure:
No sunlight.
Questionable air quality.
Excellent mineral deposits.
Surprisingly good bakeries.
Population: still arguing with gravity.
Welcome to the Pit.
Where streets end, shafts begin. Entire generations live and die beneath stone that has never seen daylight, carving homes into abandoned mines, praying the ceiling holds one more year.
Most have stopped asking how deep it goes. No one likes the answers.
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The first citizens of Raptoraem are dust, glue, and my rapidly declining eyesight.
(It was easier than learning Blender...)
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Ghosts of the Future
Content notes: Past abusive relationship, mild language, atmospheric horror, supernatural elements.
Chapter One of a new original story.
Cassidy just moved into her dream house, hoping for a fresh start. The house, however, has other plans.
Moving Day
She had brought this house thinking life was going to be different. But this wasn’t quite what she had in mind. Sure, the home was old. But surely ghosts weren’t a real thing. Were they? But here she stood, in her living room. Staring down at the ground where a deep inky black rose sat at her feet.
We should rewind.
48 HOURS EARLIER
The last of the boxes were placed on the ground inside of her living room. She dusted her hands off, turning to the two gentlemen who had just helped the young woman move into her new home.
“Thank you both very much for your help. I really appreciate it.” The woman said as she took the two coffee mugs from the two grateful men.
“Not a problem in the world, madam. Have a nice day!” She waved the men goodbye as they exited her home, the door clicking shut behind them. Sighing heavily, the woman walked into her kitchen, setting the mugs in her dishwasher before she slumped into a wooden chair next to her kitchen table.
How did it come to this? Her dream house and she couldn’t be more god damn depressed if she tried. She missed the relationship she had been in. Missed the contact, the companionship, the warmth. Sure, it had been abusive. But… she even missed that. Which was a thought she never believed she would have.
She shook the thought from her head in time to hear a knock on what she believed was the front door. She blinked, looking towards the frosted glass and deep brown wooden frame of the door.
“Odd…” She said softly as she got to her feet, venturing forth into the living room to get back to the front door of her home. “Who could that be?” She asked no one in particular. She opened the front door and became even further confused.
No one was there.
She stepped onto her porch, looking left and right before scratching the back of her head in confusion. “Bizarre…” She commented, shrugging as the woman turned to enter her house once more.
When she closed the door with a resolute ‘click’, she almost leapt out of her skin when she heard a ringing sound coming from her kitchen. It was the rotary phone she had purchased and set up over the last week she had come and gone from the home.
She rushed through the living room, entering the kitchen just in time to pick up the phone before it would go to voicemail.
“Yes, hello, you’ve reached the Flower Residence, this is Cassidy!” Cassidy stuttered uncertainly, the familiar laugh of someone she knew all too well echoing down the other end of the line.
“Hey Flower Power! Geez, pull the stick outta your ass girl! You sound like a damn Victorian noblewoman!" The young woman on the other end of the line complained. A deep sigh left Cassidy as she retorted with a slight huff to her voice.
“Oh, it’s just you then, Adelaide. And here I was worried it was someone important.” Cassidy quipped, earning a mockingly offended, overly dramatic gasp from the woman on the other end.
“Ouchies! Little miss flower has thorns today!” The two women laughed softly at the absurdity of their behaviour towards one another before the conversation was continued by Adelaide. “In all seriousness though, Flower. You move in ok? Psycho bitch didn’t follow you, did she?”
Cassidy sighed and shook her head, not that Adelaide could see her. “No… at least I don’t think so. And I finally got the last box delivered from the apartment today. The movers just left, as a matter of fact. A couple of proper gentlemen. Almost makes me want to turn the other way.” She chuckled under her breath as she spoke again. “Almost.”
A snort could be heard from the other end of the phone. “You? Bat for the other team? As if, bitch. You’re too gay and too polite to be straight, let’s keep it a hundred.” She said as Cassidy laughed in delight.
Before the conversation could get much further, a thump from above her head made the already nervous woman look up and frown. “Hey… I gotta go, darl. Something just fell upstairs and I’m getting sketched out…” Cassidy admitted.
“Need me to come over? I can be there in ten minutes.” Adelaide offered, earning yet another nod from Cassidy.
“Please…” She said as they both wordlessly ended the call. While waiting for Adelaide to arrive, the nervous woman set the phone down on the receiver, walking slowly towards the stairs, looking up at the landing.
“Hello?” She called out, hearing a few more thumps before a box falling over made her look in fear towards the bedroom at the end of the upstairs landing. She backed up until her back hit the front door.
She closed her eyes in fear, hoping to whatever higher power was watching over her that her best friend could get there before whoever… or whatever was upstairs could come down and do her any harm.
