The Hound

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The Grey is fear from which springs paranoia and the need for control. The Hound is fear from which springs panic. The Hound is inescapable, an event horizon as implacable hunter. Face your fear or be devoured.

Excerpt:

It emerged from the shadows, like a dog, but not, dark or black or worse. Harley kept the children behind him as the thing approached.

“Well, I guess this is the hound.” He whispered.

The Hound circled them, orbiting like a predatory black hole. The Hound was darkness but not dark. Beyond blackness, the Hound was the absence of light, hard to look at and hard to see. The Hound was void, shaped vaguely like a wolf or a dog. The air around the hound grew cold. Noise silenced around the hound. All motion or sound disappeared in proximity to the hound. Frost formed on vegetation as it passed, not walking precisely, occupying the void that it had created ahead of itself by silencing all motion. A singularity of nothing. A point of void moving across the page like a hungry rip tearing open reality. It was clear that the hound did not devour prey. The hound deleted prey.

–Firebird Nested in Darkness VOL 1. CHP 2. VERSE 5