Post by Blake Sterling Jr. on Feb 17, 2016 15:05:36 GMT -8
His freehold was more shadow than light. Soft glow could be seen nearby but you couldn’t pinpoint the source. This is the land of shadows, the land of fear. His brother has been away for a long while, longer than any single time he could recall since they woke up together.
“Dow, I need to go do something.” The taller shadow cracked his knuckles in response. “No, not this time. I need to do this myself. While I am away I hope you’ll be on your best behavior…” I’m always on my best behavior, like I would perform somehow lower quality.
As the Shadow stalked through his freehold other shadows fled from him. Not unlike the way schools of fish react to a shark in their midst. The green glow of the bale fire could be seen down the streets surrounded by the wavy blades that slowly encircle it. The shadows slowly dance to their own rhythm.
Dow liked how his freehold felt, quiet, dark, and lonely. With his brother gone there was even less sound other than the low howl of the wind that brought cold chills to any who visited. Not that many have only that Boggin with the winged shoes.
Soon it will be time to visit the shiny people again. With all their noise and distractions. So many interesting things to taste there. Also he will never taste a necromancer again, that was a poor idea, or anything that might be undead for that matter. How rude to be able to be killed and not taste good.
Not unlike that child. Oh my, was that tasty a little sour from the fear which was a shame. Fear is a spice you either want all of or none of, like tomatoes. The Lore master cured the sickness so we are even, shame when I did her that favor.
“Dow, I need to go do something.” The taller shadow cracked his knuckles in response. “No, not this time. I need to do this myself. While I am away I hope you’ll be on your best behavior…” I’m always on my best behavior, like I would perform somehow lower quality.
As the Shadow stalked through his freehold other shadows fled from him. Not unlike the way schools of fish react to a shark in their midst. The green glow of the bale fire could be seen down the streets surrounded by the wavy blades that slowly encircle it. The shadows slowly dance to their own rhythm.
Dow liked how his freehold felt, quiet, dark, and lonely. With his brother gone there was even less sound other than the low howl of the wind that brought cold chills to any who visited. Not that many have only that Boggin with the winged shoes.
Soon it will be time to visit the shiny people again. With all their noise and distractions. So many interesting things to taste there. Also he will never taste a necromancer again, that was a poor idea, or anything that might be undead for that matter. How rude to be able to be killed and not taste good.
Not unlike that child. Oh my, was that tasty a little sour from the fear which was a shame. Fear is a spice you either want all of or none of, like tomatoes. The Lore master cured the sickness so we are even, shame when I did her that favor.