Afcos - the shelter alternative

~ The Deer, as played by Jetigig :

PART I - fabletop.com/chatlog/snippet/1366/afcos-24
( INDEX : Absence, Acceleration, Anger, Awareness, Cabin, Child, Conscience, Crying, Death, Hunterman, Light-Machine, Momentum, Pain, Survival, Void )

~ Rabbit One

Through the gate of open eyes, the projection of kinema-individual stories, the motion that makes up your internal motor-automat, the towering threats and looming lattices of death-hang over you, gloom. You live through fear-incentive imagery.

You perspire-divine, denatural laws of your crossed legs. Propulsion the feeling of the flesh-found. Another way not to die, defacing doom, mood damaged by the absence of much self-awareness, delivered messages a mess, ages of dying alive in a hole, and legs still kicking in dirt-bound inevitables.

You got children, fed-through and shielded from fear, made blind by the venetian masks of your enshrouding fur, you start to lose control over their frail bodies, they kick in dirt-bound inevitables, elevating themselves to face the fear and live through it. Odyssey made-up from flesh-fired bullets of nerve-demonstration.

Wrapped up for death.
And legs still kicking in dirt-bound inevitables.

~ Rabbit Two (Under Control)

A foot severed to serve inverse forces, you are bound by the power of a greater substance, with purpose, purple poses of silhouetted silk-figures on burrow walls.

White grid-walls in burrow, injections in gesture of precision, slowly devolving to a state of total submission you swallow the flight of your internal birds migrating towards your skull to end it all.

The subverting substance is grasping for your breath, taking over lungs and devolving all of your yourself from the innersides.

The PAIN!

Movement in front white grid-walls burrow, there, entrance, your self in trance risen by palm of flesh-full bones. You are seen and risen to white light and freed.

___ [NO SENSE OF LATER IS ACHIEVED] ___

Dirt-earth burrow and rock-grass surrounds, nature the found-again friend.

Loss of orientation, stability, balance, no more familiar in this wild.
Feeling as trapped as in white grid-walls burrow, you run out in search of predator, dominated by the will to be swallowed into the empty.

~ The Deer, as played by Jetigig :

PART II - fabletop.com/chatlog/snippet/1398/shelter-2

(INDEX : cutting, divide, engine, sides, stares)

~ The Bird, as played by Jetigig :

PART I - fabletop.com/chatlog/snippet/1467/shelter-3

(INDEX : angel, blessing, eye, fruit, memory, music, names)