Post #4350226

2026-08-03 09:16 UTC

The backyard is cold and dark. A soft gentle rain drizzles faintly through the air. There's no wind and the sounds of cars and horns and sirens buzz softly in the distance. All is quiet and calm on the earth And yet... Atop a tall building there sits a shadow. A tiny gargoyle no bigger than a bread loaf perched at the very edge of the guttering. If you were to sit very still and look very closely you might notice something odd about this shadow. The shadow is moving The shadow is watching

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@captainvellalives@lgbtqia.space 2026-08-03 09:23

Before long the movements start to fall into a strange rhythm. Sounds bounce through the backyard in the quiet and the shadow seems to notice each and every one. A tiny noise is met instantly with a piercing gaze In the dark the shadow's movements are swift and precise. Every sound is scrutinized from the scratch of a branch to a cough on the street. Stretches of silence fall. The shadow seems to slink back. It shakes the rain from itself and settles back into its vigil The shadow is waiting

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@captainvellalives@lgbtqia.space 2026-08-03 09:35

Without warning the shadow unravels. Great wings burst forth and it flings itself into the wind. Without a sound the shadow twists and contorts itself through the air with silent ease. It fixes on a point. It dives Branches crash and groan. Movement explodes upon the ground for barely a moment. Then a few soft wing beats ring out and the shadow emerges. It shows itself for only a moment and disappears into the night. Silence falls The Owl flies on, never stopping until it is shadow once more

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