[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
Before Dawn
The fields and woods


Of course I went to him, kneeling before him, and he blessed me with his touch and his essence. He said that I could stay if I wished, but I said no, I would run with his fire, perhaps draw them away, but I also knew that he would want to do this alone. I understand that. He kissed me, then, and told me we would go together, even if he fell, we would go together into the shadow. And I took that knowledge, that comfort, with me as I vanished into the woods.

I knew the moment the battle began, between Sugaar and the cunt from the Carnival, the miserable piece of godspawn their leaders shat out. I knew, and I gnashed my teeth and howled and gnawed at my own legs at Sugaar's pain, but I wouldn't interfere. I understand the need to fight your own battles.

But if he had died, if he had died, you fucking rancid piece of spirit-scum, you would have found me in the shadows, all teeth and rage, oh yes you would

But he didn't die. He didn't win, but he didn't die, and I stayed away when they came to him again, because I knew that he wouldn't want me witnessing his humiliation. I lay and I moaned as the fuckers came to him, and then...

He isn't dead. I would know the very moment he died, because my heart would shatter. But he is...diminished. The feel of him in this world and the next has faded, his star has winked out, leaving nothing but the flickering candleglow that the rest of the meat-beings in this world give off. And I knew. Of course. Under other circumstances I'd admire the fucking sadism.

Your soul stays with you... until the end of things. And then you can come with me into the dark.

But now the end of things had come, and there is no dark to follow my master into...there is only a dimness, a flickering flame that could be snuffed out at any time. And I am still here.

I rage in the last hours of the night. Most of the beasts have already fled, but I find the stupid, the blind, the young and the old that were left behind. I paint the forest in blood as I howl, froth dripping from my jaws, the darkness shuddering around me. Perhaps I should weep, but instead there is fury, and there is blood, and there is the dark.

Dawn is streaking the sky when I come back to myself, my fur matted with blood, strings of meat tangling between my teeth. I should take man again, but for once I see little point. It would be going into that same, crippled, half-existence no matter what form I took, and that makes me gnash my teeth and wish for more small creatures to rend and tear.

But it's then that I think. Sugaar was forced from his bright star-body into this meat form, stripped and reduced and diminished. And I can't change that, no matter how hard I wish, no matter what sacrifice I made. But perhaps there's another sacrifice I can make. A choice. It would be just like sliding into the shadow, shedding this body as a snake sheds its skin...but this time the dark would take more, as it has always wanted. And I would let it.

I remember Aatxe, lying in the mud and his own filth, staring at me with stupid cow's eyes. I remember how I hated him.

Forgive me, old friend. I understand you better now. I think, raising my head to meet the dawn for the last time.

****

And so it is, several hours later, that a great black dog with a tangled, muddy coat found the boy who wept and raged against the earth. The boy, wracked with sobs, and with furrows down his cheeks. And the dog, wagging his tail with dumb, animal hope, pressed his nose against the boy's hand and began to lick the blood from his fingers.

[OPEN to IBLIS]
[identity profile] regal-vigilante.livejournal.com
Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way

And all of the ghouls come out to play
And every demon wants his pound of flesh


Wednesday Morning
Mab's Apartment, and then out to the Dark Forest


I woke up this morning to voices in my apartment. And for some reason it wasn't strange at all- no, it seemed perfectly normal. Perfectly reasonable for my parents to be in my kitchen. Parents do visit their children occasionally, I know.

Of course, mine have been dead for more than half my life. So it was a little strange to see them again.

It was more disturbing that it took me nearly half an hour to realize that they shouldn't be here. The sodden clothes really should have given it away faster.

Went back into my room to dress. So very calmly, I put on my leathers and my coat. Gathered my kit and buckled on my sword. Went out and kissed them both, then left. Stood in the hallway a full minute before I could make myself move. Stood there and listened to the noises coming from inside as I looked out the hall window.

I distinctly recall there being no forest near my yard yesterday.


I'm out of the building and on my way into it before I even think to leave anything resembling a note.
Time to get to work.

{OPEN}
[identity profile] glass-beddau.livejournal.com
[Dark before dawn, Wednesday, August 27 (day 458)]
[The Abbey's graveyard]


Imagine Dorian'd count it as Wednesday (Iago did), but not seeing it so myself; day starts with the light, that's only the way of things. Take myself out, knowing what I'm after, and there's always and still that certain ease to the graveyard at night, corpses at ease whispering like grass in the low light wind.

Still we've no name of the drifter Maryk and Karina murdered; still the anger stirs at that, low as ember under ash. Sit aback to his unmarked gravestone as I did more'n a year gone, and this time I'm alone, nothing of Iago but the ring 'round my neck and that waiting to be gone.

Oh, cariad. It's not in me to heal you... would that it were. And well enough I know how much good it does to wish that. And with nothing else to be done, wait and hope the Shuck will come and we can be done with this.

[Open to Gaueko]
[Closed]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[Near midnight, Saturday, August 7th]
[Day 433]


I felt it last night, as I stalked the woods and tore into the heart of a young stag. Something powerful in the streets of the town, bloody and bright. I raised my jaws, dripping, from the steaming hole in my prey's side, and I grinned at the sky. A new player in town? Or an old player rising to new heights? Anything can happen here, and things are accelerating.

The stag moaned and kicked me in the side, and that brought me back to what I was doing. But I didn't forget. Not once the stag was down to antlers and bones and hair, and not now, as I walk the alley where it happened.

There's still blood soaked into the cobbles, staining the dust in between the stones. I taste the blood and grin again. This one. I remember this one. I can taste Sugaar in him, not strongly, but there. He smells of chemicals, hair oil, clean fingernails, and death.

The blood trail leads off towards the brothel, and if I cared enough, I could follow. But the victim isn't what interests me; the other, now, the other who smells of leather and bruised flesh. I am a hunter, and a hunter should know all his rivals. I sniff hard enough to draw dust up my nose, and then sneeze blood across the alley, but I can't find any more clues.

My tail is wagging. This should be fun.

[OPEN]
[identity profile] shards-of-alice.livejournal.com
[Sunday, June 20th (Day 385)]
[Just past midnight, the woods outside of Excolo]

I feel my lips move but the words don't want to come out, the sounds grabbed up and gobbled by the nighttime shadows.  It's darker now and I don't know why.  When my voice comes out, when I make it come out - "Micah?" - it's so small I can barely hear it, so small and alone.

Alone.

And that's when I know why it's dark, that's when I know why it feels like nothing but me and woods and darkness, stretching on into forever.  Because I can't see him, because I can't see his colors anymore, even though he was so bright before in the dark.  Because Micah's gone.

"Micah?" )


[Open to Gaueko and Micah]
[Cut for flashbacks and general disturbing things]
[Caution for both]
[identity profile] shards-of-alice.livejournal.com
[Sunday, June 20th (Day 385)]
[Just past midnight, the woods outside of Excolo]

I feel my lips move but the words don't want to come out, the sounds grabbed up and gobbled by the nighttime shadows.  It's darker now and I don't know why.  When my voice comes out, when I make it come out - "Micah?" - it's so small I can barely hear it, so small and alone.

Alone.

And that's when I know why it's dark, that's when I know why it feels like nothing but me and woods and darkness, stretching on into forever.  Because I can't see him, because I can't see his colors anymore, even though he was so bright before in the dark.  Because Micah's gone.

"Micah?" )


[Open to Gaueko and Micah]
[Cut for flashbacks and general disturbing things]
[Caution for both]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[After dark, Sunday, January 31st, day 245]
[The ruins of the Voronin manor]



It's been five days since I met with Sugaar outside of the tower. Five days since I took my teeth to myself. The hand has mostly grown back, but it's bald and pink, the skin stretched smooth like over a newly-healed burn. It's still stiff, and when I go hound I limp, just slightly. But I'm not hound now, and I do not limp as I walk.

I swore that I would never return here. That this ground was poison to me. But that was before I found out that Glass had buried my gauekoentzat's bones in this earth, among the scorched stones and the dust of the garden. The ghosts are gone, and the house that was my temple is gone....but she is here. And even if she was not my priestess when she died, the gods do not forget those who loved them.

The frost crunches underneath my boots as I pass through the ruined gates. I haven't been here in a few weeks now. It doesn't matter much; my influence is still heavy in the air. But I like to come here. I like to visit.

Glass intended the cairn of broken and scorched marble as a marker for both of them, for my she-wolf and the war-god too. But this was her place, her land, her stone and her fire. The war god is fucking irrelevant.

When the seasons change and the weather gets warm, jasmine will grow in this place, moonflowers will twine their way through the cracks in the cairn. Already predators will not kill here; they cease their chase, and they will not pursue their prey here. I have marked this place, and they know it to be sacred.

With a heavy sigh, I sit down on the cold ground by the stones. The animals have been leaving tribute in their own way; broken-necked rats and birds, the sharp smell of fox urine. And the stones are icy to the touch.

"Gabon, sweet."


[OPEN to VERDANDI]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[After dark, Sunday, January 31st, day 245]
[The ruins of the Voronin manor]



It's been five days since I met with Sugaar outside of the tower. Five days since I took my teeth to myself. The hand has mostly grown back, but it's bald and pink, the skin stretched smooth like over a newly-healed burn. It's still stiff, and when I go hound I limp, just slightly. But I'm not hound now, and I do not limp as I walk.

I swore that I would never return here. That this ground was poison to me. But that was before I found out that Glass had buried my gauekoentzat's bones in this earth, among the scorched stones and the dust of the garden. The ghosts are gone, and the house that was my temple is gone....but she is here. And even if she was not my priestess when she died, the gods do not forget those who loved them.

The frost crunches underneath my boots as I pass through the ruined gates. I haven't been here in a few weeks now. It doesn't matter much; my influence is still heavy in the air. But I like to come here. I like to visit.

Glass intended the cairn of broken and scorched marble as a marker for both of them, for my she-wolf and the war-god too. But this was her place, her land, her stone and her fire. The war god is fucking irrelevant.

When the seasons change and the weather gets warm, jasmine will grow in this place, moonflowers will twine their way through the cracks in the cairn. Already predators will not kill here; they cease their chase, and they will not pursue their prey here. I have marked this place, and they know it to be sacred.

With a heavy sigh, I sit down on the cold ground by the stones. The animals have been leaving tribute in their own way; broken-necked rats and birds, the sharp smell of fox urine. And the stones are icy to the touch.

"Gabon, sweet."


[OPEN to VERDANDI]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[After dark, Tuesday, January 26th; day 240]
[On the road to the Water Tower]



The night falls like an old coat shrugged onto bent shoulders, warm and soothing, and it slides into my veins like a drug. I'm outside when it comes, in the fields near the woods for no reason I can remember. Maybe I didn't have a reason. Maybe I just wanted to see the sunset.

I sit there while the shadows fall around me, and I sit until a light snow begins drifting down from the sky. The deputy asked me about the cannibal, and I couldn't remember his name. I couldn't remember why I came out here. I couldn't remember who I was.

I couldn't remember.

After a while I get to my feet (paws) and trot across the snow-dusted field. The clouds blanket the sky, but I can still sense the stars. They sing to me as I run, and their light dances behind my eyes, all the way to the tower.

I don't go straight in. My tongue lolls as I pant, and I pace. If Marbas is right, then Sugaar was affected too...and he might not be in any mood to see me. But he'll have sensed my approach. I'll know soon enough, and I can wait.

[OPEN to IBLIS]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[After dark, Tuesday, January 26th; day 240]
[On the road to the Water Tower]



The night falls like an old coat shrugged onto bent shoulders, warm and soothing, and it slides into my veins like a drug. I'm outside when it comes, in the fields near the woods for no reason I can remember. Maybe I didn't have a reason. Maybe I just wanted to see the sunset.

I sit there while the shadows fall around me, and I sit until a light snow begins drifting down from the sky. The deputy asked me about the cannibal, and I couldn't remember his name. I couldn't remember why I came out here. I couldn't remember who I was.

I couldn't remember.

After a while I get to my feet (paws) and trot across the snow-dusted field. The clouds blanket the sky, but I can still sense the stars. They sing to me as I run, and their light dances behind my eyes, all the way to the tower.

I don't go straight in. My tongue lolls as I pant, and I pace. If Marbas is right, then Sugaar was affected too...and he might not be in any mood to see me. But he'll have sensed my approach. I'll know soon enough, and I can wait.

[OPEN to IBLIS]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late but sobering up
The Sheriff's Office


Johnny's got into a fight with some local boys over Damien. The bunch of them, along with Damien and Gaueko, have been dragged off to the Sheriff's office by Deputies Hollow and Linford. The other guys are hurt badly, and Johnny's not making friends with Deputy Hollow.

***

[Open to those from before]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late but sobering up
The Sheriff's Office


Johnny's got into a fight with some local boys over Damien. The bunch of them, along with Damien and Gaueko, have been dragged off to the Sheriff's office by Deputies Hollow and Linford. The other guys are hurt badly, and Johnny's not making friends with Deputy Hollow.

***

[Open to those from before]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late and a bit too drunk
Silk Road


I was so glad when things came back and I started believin' Damien again. It just seemed so strange, me 'n 'em together than it was like meetin' all over again, but not in the best way. I've bin feelin' guilty 'bout it fer days now and no matter that Damien ain't acted like they was hurt by it. I know they get lots 'a trouble and it just seems so unfair that this happened now when things have bin goin' better.

Tess came by and asked me 'n Damien t'come celebrate her movin' in with Kate, and I want us t'go 'cause she's goin' t'need that when Ma 'n Pa hear 'bout it. And then I suppose they'll be hearin' 'bout Damien 'cause it's real hard t'be so careful. Already I've bin hearin' a few remarks from folk 'round my age, and no matter that there's some folk as ain't bin married themselves and live with someone close, it ain't the same fer them. 'Cause I'm from the farms, and 'cause Damien's, well, Damien.

It dunt help none either that Damien's bin playin' at the Tavern and I know well 'nough how pretty they can be, and it's got me worried some. That ugly mood from the late fall ain't gone away, really, just simmered down under winter and with that Vale girl bein' found folks is real edgy even 'f she did work at the 'Boy.

I've bin ignorin' some 'a the laughter tonight. Reaves and some 'a his cronies have bin doin' that stupid thing where they jostle me 'r all look pointedly at me and so I have another beer t'ignore 'em more, and tonight it just keeps goin'. I think they'd be doin' it t'Damien too only they're playin' and Verdi won't be pleased 'f they do - Thomas already cut one 'v 'em off fer an ugly sort 'a remark, and his face has bin gettin' right hard as the night goes on and they keep gettin' rowdier and louder and meaner.

This time when I go up t'the bar he cuts me off. "You've had 'nough, John," he tells me. "Don't you have to be up early for Mr White? I'll want to see you there when I do pick-ups for Verdi." I'd be pissed but I can smell that he's angry and worried all at once, even over the reek 'v purple viciousness comin' from Reaves' table and so I just nod, grab my coat, and walk out into the dark, not even botherin' t'say 'bye' t'Damien. It's best 'f I dunt 'cause I'm took drunk 'n too mad and I might kiss 'em 'r somethin' and it wouldn't turn well.

I hear a scuff 'v a shoe on the slushy ground and someone pulls my shoulder 'round. "Ain't you goin' t'wait fer yer boyfriend Thiess?" someone says, and then someone says "You mean his girlfriend dunt you?" and then someone else shoves me down and someone else gives me a kick and then I'm up and my blood's rushin' in my ears and my skin's tremblin' t'slip and I hit the closest one hard in the belly and he folds up.

There's a pause and then they go fer me 'cause I ain't too tall and they're a couple 'a years older but the wolf inside makes me strong and the anger and guilt 'n drink make me mean and there's a crack 'v bone and then again and now I ain't even thinkin' of who I'm hittin' 'r what 'r where and there's shoutin' somewhere away but all I'm thinkin' is I'm goin' t'fuckin' kill 'em.

[Open to Damien, Liam, Jack; others by request]
[identity profile] john-thiess.livejournal.com
Day 235, Thursday January 21
A bit too late and a bit too drunk
Silk Road


I was so glad when things came back and I started believin' Damien again. It just seemed so strange, me 'n 'em together than it was like meetin' all over again, but not in the best way. I've bin feelin' guilty 'bout it fer days now and no matter that Damien ain't acted like they was hurt by it. I know they get lots 'a trouble and it just seems so unfair that this happened now when things have bin goin' better.

Tess came by and asked me 'n Damien t'come celebrate her movin' in with Kate, and I want us t'go 'cause she's goin' t'need that when Ma 'n Pa hear 'bout it. And then I suppose they'll be hearin' 'bout Damien 'cause it's real hard t'be so careful. Already I've bin hearin' a few remarks from folk 'round my age, and no matter that there's some folk as ain't bin married themselves and live with someone close, it ain't the same fer them. 'Cause I'm from the farms, and 'cause Damien's, well, Damien.

It dunt help none either that Damien's bin playin' at the Tavern and I know well 'nough how pretty they can be, and it's got me worried some. That ugly mood from the late fall ain't gone away, really, just simmered down under winter and with that Vale girl bein' found folks is real edgy even 'f she did work at the 'Boy.

I've bin ignorin' some 'a the laughter tonight. Reaves and some 'a his cronies have bin doin' that stupid thing where they jostle me 'r all look pointedly at me and so I have another beer t'ignore 'em more, and tonight it just keeps goin'. I think they'd be doin' it t'Damien too only they're playin' and Verdi won't be pleased 'f they do - Thomas already cut one 'v 'em off fer an ugly sort 'a remark, and his face has bin gettin' right hard as the night goes on and they keep gettin' rowdier and louder and meaner.

This time when I go up t'the bar he cuts me off. "You've had 'nough, John," he tells me. "Don't you have to be up early for Mr White? I'll want to see you there when I do pick-ups for Verdi." I'd be pissed but I can smell that he's angry and worried all at once, even over the reek 'v purple viciousness comin' from Reaves' table and so I just nod, grab my coat, and walk out into the dark, not even botherin' t'say 'bye' t'Damien. It's best 'f I dunt 'cause I'm took drunk 'n too mad and I might kiss 'em 'r somethin' and it wouldn't turn well.

I hear a scuff 'v a shoe on the slushy ground and someone pulls my shoulder 'round. "Ain't you goin' t'wait fer yer boyfriend Thiess?" someone says, and then someone says "You mean his girlfriend dunt you?" and then someone else shoves me down and someone else gives me a kick and then I'm up and my blood's rushin' in my ears and my skin's tremblin' t'slip and I hit the closest one hard in the belly and he folds up.

There's a pause and then they go fer me 'cause I ain't too tall and they're a couple 'a years older but the wolf inside makes me strong and the anger and guilt 'n drink make me mean and there's a crack 'v bone and then again and now I ain't even thinkin' of who I'm hittin' 'r what 'r where and there's shoutin' somewhere away but all I'm thinkin' is I'm goin' t'fuckin' kill 'em.

[Open to Damien, Liam, Jack; others by request]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[Mid-morning, Saturday, January 16th, day 230]
[Back on the streets...]



I didn't want to leave my new food-friend, but my newer friend said to come and food-friend said to go on, so I went, but new friend wasn't very much fun. We sat down and she stared at me and then pulled on my ears and then kept staring at me so I went away. And then I was sad because I had no friend and no food, but then I saw a squirrel and then I forget.

I slept under a porch. It's scary at night. I feel strange at night, like my skin's too tight and weird thoughts run through my head and my ears hum and I start shaking and drooling and so I just go to sleep until it's light again because that's easy. When it's light I don't feel strange at all anymore, and I wriggle out and roll in the snow and tear open a bag of garbage because it smells like food and once I'm full I start trotting down the street. Maybe I'll meet more new friends.


[OPEN]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[Mid-morning, Saturday, January 16th, day 230]
[Back on the streets...]



I didn't want to leave my new food-friend, but my newer friend said to come and food-friend said to go on, so I went, but new friend wasn't very much fun. We sat down and she stared at me and then pulled on my ears and then kept staring at me so I went away. And then I was sad because I had no friend and no food, but then I saw a squirrel and then I forget.

I slept under a porch. It's scary at night. I feel strange at night, like my skin's too tight and weird thoughts run through my head and my ears hum and I start shaking and drooling and so I just go to sleep until it's light again because that's easy. When it's light I don't feel strange at all anymore, and I wriggle out and roll in the snow and tear open a bag of garbage because it smells like food and once I'm full I start trotting down the street. Maybe I'll meet more new friends.


[OPEN]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[Early afternoon, Wednesday, January 13th, day 227]
[The streets of Excolo]



The cook yelled and threw a pan when I came sniffing for food, but the door wasn't locked and I slammed it open and out out out into the alley. More good smells out here but I don't stop; she's not chasing but she might so better not. Into the street instead, all sunshine and slush, and my hind claws skid on the mud but I keep going, and by the time I've reached the end of the street I can't remember why I'm running so I stop.

Plenty of good smells here too. Bread and meat and cakes and sugar all good, good. Slow down to a walk and look friendly. Lots of people, some of them wandering, some of them yelling or running, some of them fighting too. None of them look like they have food. I keep walking.

Lots of people still, but no one has food. But if I keep walking and looking like a good dog someone will feed me. Right? Right.


[OPEN]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[Early afternoon, Wednesday, January 13th, day 227]
[The streets of Excolo]



The cook yelled and threw a pan when I came sniffing for food, but the door wasn't locked and I slammed it open and out out out into the alley. More good smells out here but I don't stop; she's not chasing but she might so better not. Into the street instead, all sunshine and slush, and my hind claws skid on the mud but I keep going, and by the time I've reached the end of the street I can't remember why I'm running so I stop.

Plenty of good smells here too. Bread and meat and cakes and sugar all good, good. Slow down to a walk and look friendly. Lots of people, some of them wandering, some of them yelling or running, some of them fighting too. None of them look like they have food. I keep walking.

Lots of people still, but no one has food. But if I keep walking and looking like a good dog someone will feed me. Right? Right.


[OPEN]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[continued from here]

(Iblis was in the mood for novelty, and as such put on a new body, which he named Yuri. Gaueko sniffed him out and took on the guise of an old pet to play alongside him. After a fruitful evening of teasing Glass and Lannie with dreams, Iblis left and Gaueko followed.)


"Oh, dear friend," Sugaar laughed, running his/her delicate little hands up the edges of my coat, "did you ever think I was interested in her for herself? If the fate-god had not barred you from seeing her, you would already have smelled out my purpose, unless you are less of a dog than I thought."

It takes me a minute, and then I burst out laughing. "That hardly took any time at all." I say, grinning. "You must have done quite the number on her." But then, she never struck me as the brightest of things." We start to stroll down the street, arm in arm, like a pair of lovers. "Do you expect her to survive?" I ask, just out of idle curiosity. I wonder, for that matter, if she knows.

"And what have you been doing with yourself? Are you still grooming that girl to be your priestess?"

"Oh, yes." I smile at the thought of my little ninia. "It's more difficult this time, though. That innkeeper keeps her on a tight leash. But she's clever, and she manages to slip off to see me every so often. She's a willing little thing, and there's fire to her." I'm not speaking metaphorically, either.


[OPEN to IBLIS]
[CLOSED]
[identity profile] gaueko-erebus.livejournal.com
[continued from here]

(Iblis was in the mood for novelty, and as such put on a new body, which he named Yuri. Gaueko sniffed him out and took on the guise of an old pet to play alongside him. After a fruitful evening of teasing Glass and Lannie with dreams, Iblis left and Gaueko followed.)


"Oh, dear friend," Sugaar laughed, running his/her delicate little hands up the edges of my coat, "did you ever think I was interested in her for herself? If the fate-god had not barred you from seeing her, you would already have smelled out my purpose, unless you are less of a dog than I thought."

It takes me a minute, and then I burst out laughing. "That hardly took any time at all." I say, grinning. "You must have done quite the number on her." But then, she never struck me as the brightest of things." We start to stroll down the street, arm in arm, like a pair of lovers. "Do you expect her to survive?" I ask, just out of idle curiosity. I wonder, for that matter, if she knows.

"And what have you been doing with yourself? Are you still grooming that girl to be your priestess?"

"Oh, yes." I smile at the thought of my little ninia. "It's more difficult this time, though. That innkeeper keeps her on a tight leash. But she's clever, and she manages to slip off to see me every so often. She's a willing little thing, and there's fire to her." I'm not speaking metaphorically, either.


[OPEN to IBLIS]
[CLOSED]

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