Wolf Alice revision
- Created by: Rebecca Elton
- Created on: 03-06-13 16:17
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- Wolf Alice
- SETTING
- Faraway pine forest
- bald mountain rim
- a reek of meat
- wolf's den
- antlered bed of dull black wrought iron
- village graveyard
- gloomy castle
- exiled place
- his bloody chamber
- CHARACTERS
- ALICE
- She howls because she is lonely
- The sharp ears of her foster kindred hear her across the irreparable gulf of absence
- her panting tongue hangs out
- her red lips are thick and fresh
- She never walks; she trots or gallops. Her pace is not our pace.
- she lengthily investigates everything she glimpses
- Nothing about her is human except that she is not a wolf
- Like wild beasts, she lives without a future
- she snapped at her would-be saviours with spiky canines
- poked her with sticks to rouse her
- she always seemed wild, impatient of restraint, capricious in temper
- she tried to nuzzle her reflection
- her first blood bewildered her
- she examined her new breasts with curiosity
- she leapt upon his bed to lick, without hesitation, without disgust...the blood and dirt from his cheeks and forehead
- THE DUKE
- sere as old paper
- he ceased to cast an image in the mirror
- at night, those huge, inconsolable, rapacious eyes of his are eaten up by swollen, gleaming pupil. His eyes see only appetite
- corpse-eater, the body-snatcher
- he will use the holy cross as a scratching post
- the Duke came shrieking into the world with all his teeth, to bite his mother's ****** off and weep
- the damned Duke haunts the graveyard
- the Lord of cobweb castle
- his cannibal rituals
- an aborted transformation, an incomplete mystery
- ALICE
- OTHER GOTHIC ASPECTS
- the moon, the governess of transformations and overseer of somnambulists, pokes an imperative finger through the narrow window
- spilt, glistering milk of moonlight on the frost-crisped grass
- moony metamorphic weather
- red early hour of midwinter sunset
- potent scents of musk and civet that woke up in the sleeves and bodices
- The young husband of the dead bride spent a long time planning his revenge. He filled the church with...bells, books and candles; a battery of silver bullets; they brought a ten-gallon tub of holy water...
- SETTING
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