Tag: skull
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Ask Keri: Jealousy got your skull?
An attentive Anon called me out and said: “At the bone temple you was mad at the priestess for the skull staff, but on your twitter you was whining about not having skulls of your own. Jealous, sour grapes, or hypocrite?”
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Dear Keri: Where’s Horatio?
Asked privately, but it’s a damn good question, so here we go: “I haven’t read much about Horatio lately. You still have him/it trapped in that trinket? You do all your own dirty work yourself anyway. I don’t see you as the kind of magician ordering spirits around.” Well…
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Letting Her Go
So I’m here. Then I’m there. Sitting on a pile of bones (mostly skulls) in Ravenwoman’s Boneyard. I’m in my full regalia, if you can call it that. Raven feather cloak, marked hand and eye, certain accoutrements, etc. I’m holding a skull, but it is neither Horatio’s nor a substitute Yorick. 930 words.
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Completing The Gift
Silly me. To think “completing the gift” would be a simple process of taking ownership. By simple, I mean like taking the car keys from the dealer. “Sign here, and here, and drop of blood here. Congratulations! Here’s your new trinket, fully equipped and ready to go!” Bitch, please. Horatio (as I call it publicly)…
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Skin Deep
We were sitting side by side, my friend and I, watching the campfire outside my lair in silent contentment. He was playing around with his latest trick, and unnerving me completely in the process. He teased me about it, noting that only his appearance had changed, so why was I upset? I turned to try…
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Just For You, Keri
“So, I hear you’re looking for something audacious to do.” My eyes open gently at the words. I am sitting cross-legged on the ground. A black feathered cloak is draped over my shoulders and wrapped around me. I had been in a different headspace and was now confused by my surroundings. I saw I was…