Issue Three
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LAUREN HASTY<br />
Every time he moved, she could hear<br />
the grass dying, the beetles scurrying,<br />
the universe falling apart. This was what<br />
entropy looked like - like a vast beast,<br />
languid in its repose. Tigers look the<br />
same way.<br />
"Where do you come from?" she asked,<br />
the thin, aristocratic line of her mouth<br />
sensual in its strictness - perhaps<br />
sensual because of that strictness.<br />
One of his ears flicked. Overhead, a<br />
leaf separated from its branch, starting<br />
to fall to the ground. "You ask 'where',<br />
as if there were a particular place that I<br />
am from. If that is your mentality, we<br />
should stop this now. You will never<br />
learn."<br />
Eyes as blue as deep holes in oceans<br />
ticked towards the leaf, then back to<br />
him. "You had to have come from<br />
somewhere," she observed, the pad of<br />
her thumb rubbing against the soft<br />
underside of her fingers. "Beings - even<br />
beings like you - don't just spring up out<br />
of nowhere."<br />
Before her, he chuckled quietly; it was a<br />
rolling sound, avalanches and landslides<br />
giving way. Smoke poured from his<br />
mouth, little licks of fire teasing exposed<br />
teeth.<br />
"Why not, girlchild? Why can beasts<br />
such as I not merely spring into<br />
existence? As a child, did you have a<br />
toy, an imaginary friend; something that<br />
you believed with all your being was<br />
real? As you grew older, did you not<br />
sweep childish things away from you?"<br />
Her brows drew a moment, for what he<br />
suggested...well, yes. She had had a<br />
doll, but - "Are you saying someone<br />
thought you up?"<br />
His sides heaved a moment, clawed<br />
fingers flexing in the rot-soft dirt. Hadn't<br />
they been hooves a moment ago? "Yes<br />
and no," he answered, infuriatingly<br />
enigmatic. "That is...someones thought<br />
me up."<br />
For a second, his head tipped upwards;<br />
hundreds, thousands of razor sharp<br />
tines lifted towards the sky. To her<br />
eyes, it seemed as if he could cut it<br />
open with those antlers.<br />
"Have you ever seen a shooting star?"<br />
he asked. "Have you ever briefly<br />
wondered what they are? Where they<br />
come from?" His body shifted, vast<br />
mass crawling upwards in unnatural<br />
fashion, like a beast with no legs, vipers<br />
to offer apples to the innocent. It was<br />
mesmerizing. She did not entirely<br />
realize that not only had he stood, but<br />
was crawling her way, belly low as the<br />
dog asking for trust; belying true nature.<br />
"That is where I am from," he purred, the<br />
snakes and worms pouring out of the<br />
volcanic pit of his mouth. "I am from<br />
where the stars die, child."