From: hilanse@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: Bossie:Takes Flight
Message-ID: <1993Mar30.111951.6594@wkuvx1.bitnet>
Date: 30 Mar 93 11:19:51 CST

	Bossie ambled back to her warm bed in the barn. Farmer J2BR
had recently spread more hay on the ground, and she munched
contentedly as it got dark outside. She looked around the barn with
her muddy brown eyes, when she heard a high-pitched squeak. Bossie
stared upwards into the rafters, the squeaking began to get louder.
She saw small dark shapes, flitting about and part of her mind told
her to be afraid, while another, darker part calmed her, and wooed her
into quiet submission. Funny, she thought, that she hadn't heard the
squeaking before, or noticed the source. She recognized that the small
dark shapes were bats, and then she recognized her kinship with them.

	Bossie felt the dark presence in her mind come forward, but
this time, she was not pushed back. When it arrived, she felt animal
urges welling up within her. Bossie backed away from the Other, trying
to squeeze her psyche into some dark corner of her mentality. The
Other mind had not noticed her yet, and she felt a far stranger
sensation than any she had ever felt before. She looked through her
own eyes, and felt her own body, but she was not controlling it. Her
detachment panicked her and her psyche pulsed with fear, the Other had
seen her.

	The Beast leapt forward into the consciousness of its body,
stretching and limbering after its long sleep. It looked into to
rafters of the barn, emitting a high-pitched moo in greetings to its
bat brethren. Licking its teeth it began to walk from the barn when it
noticed the smell. Fear wafted through its nostrils, acrid and sweet
at the same time. The Beast tried to follow the scent, but it was
everywhere, driving it into a bloodrage. The Beast looked inward to
call on its supernatural senses when it saw the intruder within its
mind.

	A wave of rage passed through the mental battlefield,
smothering Bossie in its path. She cringed when she saw the Other's
form, its slavering fangs, ridged spine, and wings. Her instincts told
her to run, but there was nowhere, and the Other was approaching
quickly, Bossie knew what she would have to do. She leapt at the
Beast, surprising it, and knocking it to the ground, but its
counterpunch was worse than any she could imagine.

	The Beast fell back at the attack from the pitiful creature,
its blow merely a scratch. The Beast hurled itself at its prey and
knocked it to the ground. There it stood over the unconscious body,
breathing heavily. It sank its fangs into the flesh of the intruder
and began to draw blood from its body. The Beast drew back in disgust,
however, as the blood was bitter and sour. As it pulled back the body
of the intruder disappeared, and the Beast felt a new strength surge
through its body. The intruder was no more.

	The Beast stepped out of the barn, spreading its newly formed
wings and taking flight into the cold, black sky. It would never worry
about losing control again.

Wampires!
(C)1993 Moos Brothers
Wonko The Sane

-Say, uh, how can a cow grow wings?
--I dunno, man, just forget it.
-No, really, I wanna know.
--Leave it alone man, just get out the
  last bag of Plutonian Nyborg.