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[night crawler]

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A man sits naked and curled up in a hut somewhere in the Tokuno waste. His his skin browned from the time in the sun, his hair dishevelled and blowing in the wind, he sits with just a paper and pen sketching a womans face. The man looks around searching for the sound he just heard but sees nothing, he continues to sketch. Knowing that someone or something is behind him he jumps to his feet wheeling around and stabbing with his pen.

OWWW! Crawler why deed yu du thot?

The man looked at the stone figure before him and begins to laugh. "Oh great not only am I lost with no memory of who or where I am now the rocks are starting to talk to me, and worse yet I am talking to them."

Crawler et es mi Boris. Et es time four yu tu gou houme.

The man begins to cackle madly, then stops suddenly. "Look rock I dont know who you are and I dont know who this Crawler person is so stop following me. I know its been you following me for the last few weeks."

Da I hove been Ni es wurried

The man looks at the rock curiously mouthing the word Ni over and over again.

Da Ni tha wumon yu draw

Turning his gaze away from the rock and back to the paper the man sees the womans face and speaks Ni's name again. As he reaches for the paper a gust of wind blows through the room blowing the paper out of his reach and out the door and across the Tokuno waste. The man falls to his knees and begins to cry. "Shes gone."

Nyet Crawler, shi weits four yu. Come weeth mi. I weel take yu bock tu Ni

The man rises to his feet slowly head bowed and tears streaming down his face. "Lead me rock the hope of seeing her face again is all that has kept me alive."
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