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Silly Ole Bear
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"Is she here yet? Has she come?"
Sebulba looked up, pausing briefly to watch a figure descend the stairs. Willow, with his cloak trailing behind him jumped the final steps, looking eagerly into the half opened cell.
"Indeed. Where is he?"
"They're bringing him. He's still asleep. Don't worry, he'll be here safe and sound."
Willow crossed inside, letting the the barred door click shut behind him. One of his hands dangled a sharp piece of glass. Long and curved, like a scimitar. It gleamed with an almost perfect edge, that looked sharp as any knife.
"Oh, my angel. I never thought I'd see you again."
Lance lurched from the wall, crying out as he did so, but still unable to resist trying for him.
"You son of a bitch."
"Calm yourself old man. You are Mongrel's prize, she's mine. I've been waiting ever since you left darling. We have so much to catch up."
He rose the piece of glass up pointing it to her. She would know his love, sooner or later, she would feel it inside her.
His eyes, crazed lunacy circling inside them, told her that more than anything else.
Sebulba looked up, pausing briefly to watch a figure descend the stairs. Willow, with his cloak trailing behind him jumped the final steps, looking eagerly into the half opened cell.
"Indeed. Where is he?"
"They're bringing him. He's still asleep. Don't worry, he'll be here safe and sound."
Willow crossed inside, letting the the barred door click shut behind him. One of his hands dangled a sharp piece of glass. Long and curved, like a scimitar. It gleamed with an almost perfect edge, that looked sharp as any knife.
"Oh, my angel. I never thought I'd see you again."
Lance lurched from the wall, crying out as he did so, but still unable to resist trying for him.
"You son of a bitch."
"Calm yourself old man. You are Mongrel's prize, she's mine. I've been waiting ever since you left darling. We have so much to catch up."
He rose the piece of glass up pointing it to her. She would know his love, sooner or later, she would feel it inside her.
His eyes, crazed lunacy circling inside them, told her that more than anything else.