《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》The Epuxian Interdimensional Brush *REVISED*
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As the sun set,
and the moon arose,
lunar heat swept across the mountains,
and every crevasse
filled with the moon’s
fiery purple light.
He-Thing decided to rest
while they could,
and War Dog wagged her tail
in agreement.
She showed remarkable patience
as he removed her saddle.
The more civilized a beast becomes,
the less able it is to care for itself,
so —
He-Thing cleansed War Dog’s wounds
and applied
the Ultimate Sorceress’s famous salve,
which had once restored
the last remaining head
of the brutal airship pirate,
Kax the Mœlinian,
seven thousand years ago.
Having finished with War Dog's wounds,
He-Thing set upon
more mundane tasks —
clearing War Dog's ears
of dirt and wax,
picking lice from her underbelly,
checking her teeth,
and washing the blood
and other debris
from the fur on her face.
Finally,
War Dog let out a soft, frustrated
bark
to inform He-Thing
that it was time
for her favorite part
of this ritual —
when he brushed her.
He-Thing smiled
as he drew out her
Epuxian interdimensional brush,
crafted long ago
during the benevolent years
of the now disgraced
Epuxian Interdimensional Republic,
a dog brush
handed down from father to son,
Fearwolf breeder to Fearwolf breeder,
as they were,
over the course of trillions of years,
until the Epuxian Empire fell,
and the first Omniverse with it,
all such brushes
slipping into mystery,
some destroyed, some secreted away,
some vanished into the vagaries
and caverns of the ages
like a memory
of a gust of wind.
This brush,
still handed down
from father to son,
but never used to stroke
the thick, coarse fur
of a Fearwolf
(for none were thought left),
and this brush,
buried in the bottoms of grain sacks,
or at the bottoms of wells,
or other hidden places,
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an infamous relic of a bygone age,
an age that had been
so bright at its peak,
and so dark in its decline,
that such brushes came to symbolize
everything good and evil about Epux —
for the benevolent
Interdimensional Republic
had used the Fearwolf
as a tool of justice;
but the malevolent
Interdimensional Empire
had used the Fearwolf
as a tool of tyranny.
War Dog murmured in staccato grunts
as He-Thing stroked her back
with the Epuxian brush.
Both He-Thing and War Dog knew
that they would not sleep this night,
not while Skullatroid
still beeped,
decayed,
and cackled.
After their brief respite,
as He-Thing began to saddle War Dog again,
a ripping screech
tore across the sky, and
War Dog jumped,
fear overtaking her.
The saddle fell to the ground.
He-Thing looked up —
above them,
in the daze of the moon's
blazing violet light,
the great, winged robot circled.
to be continued...
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