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[Cthulhu]

what turns up in the dark

It is alone.
It does not know how to be alone because it is Hers, it has always been Hers. She is the only thing who can speak to her, making her own chirps and trills. She is the one who finds meat, who turns the meat loose so it may hunt.
(it is hungry but She is not here to show it what meat and She has said some meat is Bad and it does not know which but Bad is a dark words and when She says Bad it is frightened)
(but it is so so hungry)
It is alone because She went away and She had clicked softly and touched Her muzzle to its carapace and said something in the other words, the ones it can sometimes understand but not always, the noises are soft and mushy and stupid, it prefers the sharp noises, the trilling calls, the ones that mean yes and go and hunt.
Hunt is the best word because it means there is meat, good meat, it means it can run and chase and feast.
(sometimes it tries to say those words the way She does, the way the meat does, but its teeth are so so long and its tongue is so so long and what comes out is garbled and She laughs)

It misses Her because it has no purpose now, nothing until She comes back. It wonders who is guarding Her.
There are smells everywhere, meat-smells, and its tail twitches anxiously against its sides while it waits and waits forever for Her to come back and talk to it, trill out loudly and say hunthunthunt.

CTHULHU

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