Saint Spirit by Quelli di ZEd
turned on some fires and they fed him to the best for then to collapse each in his/her own sack to hair, without not even the strength to climb on a curtain. The words that that evening was spent were rare and all practices. Nobody dared to think something that went beyond the food and of the craved rest that waited for them. It was for a whole night without dreams. The mastodontic body of Ivo hacked a protective shade on the outline of Dafne, dormant almost close to him.
"The strongest of the flock next to the savior of everything."
It was the last thought of Ivo, while it was falling in the forgetfulness of Morfeo. Why? What did it mean? Prometeo, before dying, you/he/she had tied him to that woman, he had been forced to be nearby her and temptation was now conquering him/it inexorably. If you/he/she had not been him imposed to protect her/it, you/he/she would never have approached her with interest and you/he/she would never have looked her as he/she now saw her/it.
The left fires turned on for discouraging the beasts of the wood to draw near kept on crackling. A group of men closed the circle of the dormant caravan. Theirs was a rest to half. Their bodies were totally immovable and benumbed by the tiredness, but eyes and ears were intents to watch over on their families; it was their assignment and it went from there some life of everybody.
Meanwhile, in the village, Matteus, the aggressor of Saint, was already place to head of the other inhabitants with the complicity of his/her best men, also them hunters, among the roughest and bashful of the village. You/he/she had not wasted time and you/he/she had immediately made to search from top to fund the house of Prometeo, sustaining that you/they would surely have found there, if not the solution, at least the cause of the disasters that you/they were happening. Its hypotheses found a great deal a more fertile ground than him same it hoped. A his/her trusted brought him a figurine of representing wood really the demon that had disseminated the terror, and giustappunto had the identical face to that of Prometeo.
"Yes, I knew him/it that was inside the source of our troubles there!Matteus " exclaimed, to the height of the excitement.
It assembled in man that a popular reunion is not said really in the amphitheater, where a little before you/he/she had appeared as imputed.
"Friends you decay, faithful friends that you have remained here to defense of our village. I have the test that the cause before all of our calamities originates from Prometeo and from its followers. Look!"
It passed the figurine in the hands of one companion of his that started to turn among the crowd showing the irrefutable test of guilt. Matteus, strong of the murmur of dismay that saliva from the crowd, continued as soon as:
"That figurine has been found again under to the bed of the daughter of Prometeo, Sabrina, colei that enchanted us with its art, with its so inexplicable fancy, really because was operates of a witch!"
The last word was shouted with so much resentment and violence that the women and his/her children they started to groan of fear.
"Friends, Prometeo has been a good head up to that you/he/she has not been tricked by his/her same daughter. That ragazzina, that escaped from the village to conceal since child in who knows what malefic cavern in the woods, where initiated has been there surely to the black magic from some loggia of witches lost. It came then from us, poor ingenue people of good heart, and he/she bewitched us with his/her art and meanwhile it bewitched us one to one. Where halves is it our people with which side is grown beside? Has escaped, has abandoned his/her earth to shelter him in the woods, reunite to the witches that have trained that daughter puttana of Prometeo! Even if in my cuor I still hope to save the soul of that darlings of ours, I doubt that he can still do something."
People were picked even more up by the panic, you/he/she now imagined his same darlings that were separated by them a little before, between the weepings and the embraces, possessed by the demoniac and ill-omened anger, identical to that of the monster. They saw them all monsters with only the facing one to remember the people ch'erano.
"Friends, don't know if I/you/he/she were too late, but we must eradicate the evil from these woods. We must first of all take back us our darlings, perlomeno those that we can still save.
It made a brief break to intensify the pathos of the words that would have suffered later pronounced.
"Brothers, someone, many of them, will find perhaps already them converts to the evil. If their blood is compromised, our despite, we must fight them to survive. The first thing to be done is to destroy the family of Prometeo and its believers, Ivo and its group must perish, I am the arm armed with the evil! Then we must think about capturing and to postpone the man and the woman to the hell that, with their arrival, you/they have preannounced the calamity for our village."
The men next to Matteus shouted and they incited the crowd, while this, stunned, it tried to emulate those cries of approval, but in reality you/he/she was nearly stunned by the violent declarations of that impromptu orator and by his/her bloodthirsty projects. The people of that place had always lived in peace, you/he/she had never known from near the violence and now, finding again himself/herself/itself of forehead the possibility to encounter with some other men, straight with the themselves dear, you/he/she stayed incredulous, paralyzed. They didn't absolutely know what consequences implicated seriously the decisions that Matteus wanted him took in that breaker. None of them practically knew the war and the violence. You/they had felt speak through histories and mythological stories of it, but that heroic and artificial vision transformed the ferocity of the blood that flows in something poetic, of mythical, of ideally brave and brave. They now had never the sign that perhaps raw reality was well different from the imagination and from the myth of the heroes. They rediscovered all cowards and weak, nobody had had the time to close him in himself to sincerely reason on the situation. Opposite, the companions hunters of Matteus had been so well trained from their head that you/they very easily succeeded to make to fall the popular judgment for his/her election, springing so the immediate realization of his/her decisions.
XXVIII
"Where you are, Sabrina?"
Saint woke up suddenly, and not finding next to itself the whiteness of that splendid body of girl, you/he/she was irremediably taken by the panic. Was it everything fruit of his/her imagination? It feared to be fallen in a continuous state of hallucination. You felt by now crazy, it was too much time that the things around him they didn't have some sense anymore, neither logical connection. All of a sudden it hacked him in front of him the slender figure of Sabrina, from the tall one of his/her beauty.
He was still laid down, still naked, still he felt crazy, but the sense of anguish had suddenly disappeared with her arrival, as it makes the moon with the sun.
"Hi Saint, as are you? Didn't wake up you anymore!"
In her smile, Saint now noticed all of its seventeen years, its childhood and its obstacle in front of a naked man. That woman that was shown red hot of desire in to make the love with him it seemed to have dissolved as it waxes to the sun leaving the place to a very beautiful ragazzina and flood of life.
"I have found some it yields around here. Somehow also have to feed us, otherwise from this grassy mantle won't lift there really anymore! I get the fruit, can turn on the fire, but you must strive you to chase and to fish and to give me a sure place whether to give birth and to let our children to grow!"
Saint jumped standing puzzled, it looked her/it at esterrefatto, to open mouth.
"Thing.? Have not I understood. in that sense?
You looked at him/it dark in face, it quadrated him/it from head to toe.
"You must assume yourself your responsibilities. Is it now as if I were your wife, have you understood?"
Saint was immovable in the same identical position of before he/she succeeded in pronouncing only difficultly a, "But".
Then of sudden she bursted to laugh.
"Oh God, but looked! It seems really that you have seen a ghost. Bushels calm, I am very jealous of my independence, and I doubt
that I/you/he/she exist some man that can seriously trap me in a stable relationship. Then I recommend you to collaborate, because I am not your wife and I don't have the duty to cook for you."
All of this dictates with the jest typical of the ragazzines that turn him to the person of whom I/you/they are infatuated. And later it added immediately:
"How strange are you naked men! Doesn't it bother you that cosos that it dangles you among the legs?it " said pointing out him the member.
Saint extended suffered his/her contracted face, and laughing started to play with his/her member making him/it turn to mo' of helix.
"Because you/he/she should bother me? When is to rest serves as antistress or to spank unpleasant girls!"
And it did for running after her/it.
You escaped away stumbling and falling on the soft grass. Shortly they were found the one in the braccias of the other and her eyes ridivennero those of a mature woman, that desires to be beloved.
They ate the fruit laid down, still grasped the one to the other. Then they got up mute and they were dressed again. The moment had come to set aside the poetry of their special angle of love. Silently with the eyes they encouraged him to face what the external world it had in Serb for them. They started toward the village and meanwhile they established the to make on as
"The strongest of the flock next to the savior of everything."
It was the last thought of Ivo, while it was falling in the forgetfulness of Morfeo. Why? What did it mean? Prometeo, before dying, you/he/she had tied him to that woman, he had been forced to be nearby her and temptation was now conquering him/it inexorably. If you/he/she had not been him imposed to protect her/it, you/he/she would never have approached her with interest and you/he/she would never have looked her as he/she now saw her/it.
The left fires turned on for discouraging the beasts of the wood to draw near kept on crackling. A group of men closed the circle of the dormant caravan. Theirs was a rest to half. Their bodies were totally immovable and benumbed by the tiredness, but eyes and ears were intents to watch over on their families; it was their assignment and it went from there some life of everybody.
Meanwhile, in the village, Matteus, the aggressor of Saint, was already place to head of the other inhabitants with the complicity of his/her best men, also them hunters, among the roughest and bashful of the village. You/he/she had not wasted time and you/he/she had immediately made to search from top to fund the house of Prometeo, sustaining that you/they would surely have found there, if not the solution, at least the cause of the disasters that you/they were happening. Its hypotheses found a great deal a more fertile ground than him same it hoped. A his/her trusted brought him a figurine of representing wood really the demon that had disseminated the terror, and giustappunto had the identical face to that of Prometeo.
"Yes, I knew him/it that was inside the source of our troubles there!Matteus " exclaimed, to the height of the excitement.
It assembled in man that a popular reunion is not said really in the amphitheater, where a little before you/he/she had appeared as imputed.
"Friends you decay, faithful friends that you have remained here to defense of our village. I have the test that the cause before all of our calamities originates from Prometeo and from its followers. Look!"
It passed the figurine in the hands of one companion of his that started to turn among the crowd showing the irrefutable test of guilt. Matteus, strong of the murmur of dismay that saliva from the crowd, continued as soon as:
"That figurine has been found again under to the bed of the daughter of Prometeo, Sabrina, colei that enchanted us with its art, with its so inexplicable fancy, really because was operates of a witch!"
The last word was shouted with so much resentment and violence that the women and his/her children they started to groan of fear.
"Friends, Prometeo has been a good head up to that you/he/she has not been tricked by his/her same daughter. That ragazzina, that escaped from the village to conceal since child in who knows what malefic cavern in the woods, where initiated has been there surely to the black magic from some loggia of witches lost. It came then from us, poor ingenue people of good heart, and he/she bewitched us with his/her art and meanwhile it bewitched us one to one. Where halves is it our people with which side is grown beside? Has escaped, has abandoned his/her earth to shelter him in the woods, reunite to the witches that have trained that daughter puttana of Prometeo! Even if in my cuor I still hope to save the soul of that darlings of ours, I doubt that he can still do something."
People were picked even more up by the panic, you/he/she now imagined his same darlings that were separated by them a little before, between the weepings and the embraces, possessed by the demoniac and ill-omened anger, identical to that of the monster. They saw them all monsters with only the facing one to remember the people ch'erano.
"Friends, don't know if I/you/he/she were too late, but we must eradicate the evil from these woods. We must first of all take back us our darlings, perlomeno those that we can still save.
It made a brief break to intensify the pathos of the words that would have suffered later pronounced.
"Brothers, someone, many of them, will find perhaps already them converts to the evil. If their blood is compromised, our despite, we must fight them to survive. The first thing to be done is to destroy the family of Prometeo and its believers, Ivo and its group must perish, I am the arm armed with the evil! Then we must think about capturing and to postpone the man and the woman to the hell that, with their arrival, you/they have preannounced the calamity for our village."
The men next to Matteus shouted and they incited the crowd, while this, stunned, it tried to emulate those cries of approval, but in reality you/he/she was nearly stunned by the violent declarations of that impromptu orator and by his/her bloodthirsty projects. The people of that place had always lived in peace, you/he/she had never known from near the violence and now, finding again himself/herself/itself of forehead the possibility to encounter with some other men, straight with the themselves dear, you/he/she stayed incredulous, paralyzed. They didn't absolutely know what consequences implicated seriously the decisions that Matteus wanted him took in that breaker. None of them practically knew the war and the violence. You/they had felt speak through histories and mythological stories of it, but that heroic and artificial vision transformed the ferocity of the blood that flows in something poetic, of mythical, of ideally brave and brave. They now had never the sign that perhaps raw reality was well different from the imagination and from the myth of the heroes. They rediscovered all cowards and weak, nobody had had the time to close him in himself to sincerely reason on the situation. Opposite, the companions hunters of Matteus had been so well trained from their head that you/they very easily succeeded to make to fall the popular judgment for his/her election, springing so the immediate realization of his/her decisions.
XXVIII
"Where you are, Sabrina?"
Saint woke up suddenly, and not finding next to itself the whiteness of that splendid body of girl, you/he/she was irremediably taken by the panic. Was it everything fruit of his/her imagination? It feared to be fallen in a continuous state of hallucination. You felt by now crazy, it was too much time that the things around him they didn't have some sense anymore, neither logical connection. All of a sudden it hacked him in front of him the slender figure of Sabrina, from the tall one of his/her beauty.
He was still laid down, still naked, still he felt crazy, but the sense of anguish had suddenly disappeared with her arrival, as it makes the moon with the sun.
"Hi Saint, as are you? Didn't wake up you anymore!"
In her smile, Saint now noticed all of its seventeen years, its childhood and its obstacle in front of a naked man. That woman that was shown red hot of desire in to make the love with him it seemed to have dissolved as it waxes to the sun leaving the place to a very beautiful ragazzina and flood of life.
"I have found some it yields around here. Somehow also have to feed us, otherwise from this grassy mantle won't lift there really anymore! I get the fruit, can turn on the fire, but you must strive you to chase and to fish and to give me a sure place whether to give birth and to let our children to grow!"
Saint jumped standing puzzled, it looked her/it at esterrefatto, to open mouth.
"Thing.? Have not I understood. in that sense?
You looked at him/it dark in face, it quadrated him/it from head to toe.
"You must assume yourself your responsibilities. Is it now as if I were your wife, have you understood?"
Saint was immovable in the same identical position of before he/she succeeded in pronouncing only difficultly a, "But".
Then of sudden she bursted to laugh.
"Oh God, but looked! It seems really that you have seen a ghost. Bushels calm, I am very jealous of my independence, and I doubt
All of this dictates with the jest typical of the ragazzines that turn him to the person of whom I/you/they are infatuated. And later it added immediately:
"How strange are you naked men! Doesn't it bother you that cosos that it dangles you among the legs?it " said pointing out him the member.
Saint extended suffered his/her contracted face, and laughing started to play with his/her member making him/it turn to mo' of helix.
"Because you/he/she should bother me? When is to rest serves as antistress or to spank unpleasant girls!"
And it did for running after her/it.
You escaped away stumbling and falling on the soft grass. Shortly they were found the one in the braccias of the other and her eyes ridivennero those of a mature woman, that desires to be beloved.
They ate the fruit laid down, still grasped the one to the other. Then they got up mute and they were dressed again. The moment had come to set aside the poetry of their special angle of love. Silently with the eyes they encouraged him to face what the external world it had in Serb for them. They started toward the village and meanwhile they established the to make on as