Lysander Morrigan (ladylysander) wrote in inkscrawls,
Lysander Morrigan
ladylysander
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The first paragraph of a story in my mind, since I'm tired.



The sleepy village had long been left alone by the demonic presences lurking in the depths of the river just outside it's wooden fences. And yet, everyone knew, they were lurking, and waiting, under the water, for a maid, much like the one they had last taken twenty years ago at her wedding, after she had tried to escape. They were good at waiting, the selkies, water horses, with backs of glue. Though time had corroded many of their people to the age of toothless old men, and doddering old women, and the young people did not believe in them, they were there, as they always had been, waiting to strike.
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