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NightShade Lore Master

Joined: 11 Nov 2005 Posts: 1152
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 1:11 pm Post subject: The Haunting of the Banshee |
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Shade was quite proud of her new form it was beautiful so much less crude, so much more refined....
As she floated across the library in her new Banshee like form she passed her hand idly thru the shelves of books, none of them moved, they barely registered the soft pressure of wind from her. This was excellent. Her tatters of a blue dress and her wild hair flowing about her like snakes she hovered for a moment watching as Toren ascended the stairs. His face transformed as he caught sight of this strange new creature in the library.
Suspicion gave way quickly to confirmation as he saw the banshees fabled and typical grin....Shade? Shimmering darkly she effused transparently before him and he stared at her almost at a loss for words. She touched his cheek and he felt little physically but his mind would not relent on her being upon him and he gave way to a shiver, she pushed her hand thru his chest to where any man's heart should lie and his shivering increased. I dont like this form...' He tried to slip his arms around her and they passed thru her, as she slipped like wind thru his grasp.
She was enamored with it, collectively thrilled to be a ghost of the living, a new experience truly for her. Her revelry was ended by the arrival of someone she had only seen a few times, and wished for his destruction often.
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Long lost memories of Steel rose in her mind unbidden and painful, she loved him as her brother and then he had been torn from the Cabal on the command if this being...
Aras his name felt harsh on her lips, her anger grew and swelled, she towered in fury, the banshees wail piercing and painful breaking thru the library, mercilessly attacking the ears of all gathered there. Hands flew quickly to cover and protect their ears, and they all stared at her in horror, though a wry grin was produced on Torens face.
She hated Aras, but he offered something she could not refuse, for he held the key to something she wanted, something she like the rest of the cabal, would risk all to have back.... _________________ Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence... |
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