Sebastiana
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- Jan 29, 2003
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The small minion bobbled the three gathered objects in his talons as he ran through the forest to the barren, dark, dank cave. With a cackle and a hiss his words echoed in the semi-stillness.
"My Mistressssssssss, my Maker I have begun to gather." He hissed. "Your return to true form will not be long awaited at thisssss pace."
Uncorking a vile he spilled onto the damp ground a vile of blood and dirt. "An archersssss blood."
Strands of silky hair upon the sticky grit. "The hair of a theif."
With a filth crusted nail of length and jagged edges from his claw like hands the minion stirred the gray ashes from a velvet bag. "My lordessssss, the ashes of a wizzzzardssssss fire."
With that the creature cackled, it's sinister laughter resounding along the curves of the caves walls, wafting out of the mouth into the light of a red blood sky.
A glimmer of green haze began to emerge from the cracked ground benath the concotion. A voice thin and frail rose from the haze.
"You have served me well before and in my endless time of imprisionment, go then and bring forth the last of the spell. Free me before dawn's new birth and you....you my pet shall walk beside me upon this our new home. Go!"
The minion ceasing his laughter only could nod, his eyes orbs of rotgut color reflected back the shapeless mist as he backed from the cave into the forest to search for the last two ingriedients.
"My Mistressssssssss, my Maker I have begun to gather." He hissed. "Your return to true form will not be long awaited at thisssss pace."
Uncorking a vile he spilled onto the damp ground a vile of blood and dirt. "An archersssss blood."
Strands of silky hair upon the sticky grit. "The hair of a theif."
With a filth crusted nail of length and jagged edges from his claw like hands the minion stirred the gray ashes from a velvet bag. "My lordessssss, the ashes of a wizzzzardssssss fire."
With that the creature cackled, it's sinister laughter resounding along the curves of the caves walls, wafting out of the mouth into the light of a red blood sky.
A glimmer of green haze began to emerge from the cracked ground benath the concotion. A voice thin and frail rose from the haze.
"You have served me well before and in my endless time of imprisionment, go then and bring forth the last of the spell. Free me before dawn's new birth and you....you my pet shall walk beside me upon this our new home. Go!"
The minion ceasing his laughter only could nod, his eyes orbs of rotgut color reflected back the shapeless mist as he backed from the cave into the forest to search for the last two ingriedients.