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[NightShade]

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She was a dancer tonight and the flurry of music rose up entrancing her Ravnos side causing her to step with ferocity. She danced rarely, she danced only when the need overtook her.

Tonight she looked as if she was some exotic unknown. Bracelets rose high on her arms, veils spun in her hair like a fine spiderweb. Toxic green eyes stared out at them. Darkness seemed to shroud her like a cocoon and she licked her lips tasting his blood upon it again.

What stopped all those around her was not so much the striking red dress against white skin, the green hair that swirled in the night. Nay it was the band behind her..decrepit..misshapen...rotting. Her band was lacking something, for example life.

She laughed merrily as the people began to back away as she whirled faster her feet keeping time to the music. Some shook their head, others muttered oaths against Necromancy.

She smiled a toothy grin...The drummers arm fell off..It would need to be repaired..

Yet with work they would be excellent, they weren't bad musciians for a pile of corpses. Some had thought her new found *singing telegrams delived by the undead* was just a practical joke.

Never, Never there was always a deeper point to it. They were just test runs..

Today my dear Sosaria, I give you Something New...

The other arm fell off and a wisp flitted past in the distance..the band and dancer suddenly gone only an arm laying upon the ground

Soon..
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...