Things are beginning to become strange again. The feeling in the base of my skull growing with a dull hum. The dark swirls in the mists of creation and dares to dream of once again being revived. It thirts for survival and I hunger for that which I do not know.

It's the final day of my mini holiday and I must say I am quite fulfilled and feeling great. I am ready to return to my job post once again. Hopefully before long I am able to take a short leave again. I can't waste this beautiful weather.

It's a big day for me today, I have achieved an accomplishment that I have never had the opportunity of achieving before, I have my class 7 learners license, freedom machine here I come! lol

Once, when the world was young, all creatures walked the Earth as equals and bathed in the tranquility of peace. One day man saw the wolf pack hunt, how easily they chased and how easily they killed. He thought to himself "If I had wolf, how easily I could hunt." So the man walked through woods until he came across the pack, he waited until they slept and stole away with a pup. He told the small wolf as he grew "You shall hunt for me and help me feed my family, you will keep me safe and you shall never return to the forest or the pack, you are mine." And so it was that man made wolf his slave.



As man was hunting with wolf he came across a great field where he saw many beasts grazing in the fields. He saw how swiftly they moved and how beautiful they were. How fast I could move and far I could travel if I had one of those man thought. He approached the herd, jumped on the back of one of the horses and told him you are mine and you will carry me wherever I desire to go and so man made horse his slave.



Everywhere man walked, what he saw he wanted and so he took it. He used his intelligence to give power to his growing greed. And should anything escape his power he would find some way to harness it or kill it.

Your outward (physical) appearance is only for the perceptive view of others. How you see yourself means nothing, when you look in the mirror you might as well as be looking at someone walking down the street. When you think things about that person are you a bitch? do you pick them apart piece by piece ripping into them about every tiny spec and imperfection? Do you yell at them how imperfect they are and how ashamed they should be for the way they look? Do you look that stranger in the eye and judge them fully and completely? Or do you look through what you see and find what lies hidden deeper beneath it all and smile as they walk by. Would you harass a girl who was insecure about herself? Would you call an anorexic girl fat  or tell an overweight person to stop eating because they look disgusting? So why do you ever say any of these things to the stranger in the mirror every time you look. Why can't you smile at them and compliment them? Why can't you promote their happiness, help them help themselves and by helping that stranger you can help yourself. Don't be a stranger to who you are but instead be very close lovers.

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I fear it and so I live where it can not harm me. Do not look into the eyes of the beast, lest you become a beast as well, and do not stare into the abyss or the abyss will stare also into you.

He smiled to himself and then handed me a dull silver flask that stank of long too soured Torbite skins. I tried not to vomit in my mouth and gave him a weak smile.
"It goes down a lot like water this stuff does." His assistant took the offer and raised the dinged up flask above his mouth and took a long draught. He let out a sigh of contentment as he lowered it and replaced it within his underpocket. 1: an underpocket being the skin pouch he possessed under his left arm, there it goes to say that he had one of such pouches under each of his arms. A characteristic found in the dwellers of the 4th level. Seeing this always made me gag a tiny bit and part of me knows he does it just because he knows I hate it. I glowered at his back as we trodged off in the search of..."What was it we're looking for again?" I asked the hunter.
"..." silence.
"Hunter?" I tried to get his attention thinking perhaps he didn't hear me over the foul hot wind.
"......" again, silence.
I walked up closer, trudging up the sandy dune to his side."
"Hunter, I was wondering..." I was cut short. He turned sharply to face me, his hard, muscular, weathered face looked at me and his dark hazel eyes said everything. I put my head down and let him move forward a couple yards before again following in line as we made our way through nowhere to get to where Hunter  needed to be, but not even he knew where it was or how to traverse the nothing, or if this place he searched for even existed. This was all a bargain, we knew that when he asked us if we would come, and damned if I was going to miss an adventure like this, There's no way to know where we'll end up. Dead most like, Dried up like carrion jerky no doubt but even if it means it's my last adventure I'm so glad I get to die beside him doing what we both love most.