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[NightShade]

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The terms were set and the doll was written up. Nightshade was surprised by the one that asked for her help. Yet it was Myrddin himself whom had asked her to help this person and so she could simply not refuse a request by him, hence she remained civil in this one's presence.

She might as well have fun with it, she thought, as she set out that night to begin gathering ingredients.

Which were as followed:

One dead wolf, Male.
The blood of a female wolf frightened for her young,
One vial of recipient blood
One vial of donor blood
One vial of Lycan blood, (she knew just who would give her that)
The eyes of an Eagle
The ears of a Pixie (Mimus was most eager to fetch these let us pray he leaves the ears for me)
Grave Dust
And of course one very special secret ingredient

Firstly she would set out to find just the right specimen and pulling forth her Kryss, the Words Toymaker were pratically glowing upon the blade. So excited was she that her hair had once more turned a jet black color which contrasted shockingly with the bright white of her skin. Her green eyes gleamed in the darknes this eve, eager to release some of her pent up necromantic energies.

One could say that this doll was a helpful doll to its owner which was untypical, however no matter what the item did, it always came with a price. Yet without sacrifice there was to be no gain.... with that she plunged her Kryss into the wolf and spoke those enduring words...

Bab Kormaanzas
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[audrina]

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She walked around the room, pacing back and fourth. Braelyn lay sleeping on a blanket near the fireplace. Something near her child caught Audrina’s eye and she hurried over to see. Lying beside her daughter she could see a doll, a doll that was eerily familiar. A small replica of Nightshade, the doll that she knew from Toren’s waist band, sat motionless with a smirk. What is this doing here? She picked up the doll a moment and felt a rush. Before she could look up she was staring straight at Toren.

Her eyes darted open as she lay in bed. She could feel Beowulf’s hand reach for her back as he spoke groggily, ”Are you alright?”

”Mhmm.”

As he drifted back to sleep she pulled off the covers and stepped onto the cold stone floor. What a strange dream. She went into the room nearest to her own and stared down at Braelyn. The small child seemed so peaceful when she slept and to Audrina’s relief there was no doll in sight.

She sat in the chair nearest Braelyn, her mind racing. She remembered the small replica of Nightshade vividly. Toren was very protective of the doll and whenever he had the chance he seemingly lost himself while playing with it. She had heard rumors about a woman that made dolls, but not just any regular doll, specialty dolls. She had always imagined that the doll around Toren’s waist was one of the specialty dolls.

Something clicked and she immediately stood up to look at her daughter. ”You, my love, will need a toy.” She smiled down.

She headed towards the sepulcher; if there were a doll maker surely Merci or Ceinwyn would know. As she made her way to the study she found Merci and Myrddin, both seemed interested in her request.

”I wish to find the person who made the doll that once sat at Toren’s waist.”

Merci’s eyes shot towards Myrddin who squirmed somewhat uncharacteristically in his seat.

”I remember Toren being entranced by the doll, almost as if he needed the small replica of Nightshade at his hip.” Audrina spoke.

”That is because he is weak.” Myrddin spat.

”If you want my help then you would be smart to not mention Toren again.” Myrddin said in an angry tone.

Audrina sat at the stone table alone. Merci had left and Myrddin had gone to fetch his wife, Nightshade. Unfortunately for Audrina, the maker of the doll was the life size version.

”Audrina, it really has been too long.” Audrina cringed hearing Nightshade’s voice. ”What can I do for one of Umbra’s finest?” Nightshade took her seat directly across from Audrina.

”I wish to have a doll made for my daughter.”

Nightshade immediately seemed intrigued, her ill feelings for Audrina seemed to weigh much less than the prospect of making a new toy.

”My daughter will be placed into training with those of the Dark Order. As I cannot physically be there to watch over her - -“

Nightshade cut her off, ”Oh! You want the doll to be your eyes and ears?” Her voice shrilled with excitement.

Audrina nodded as Nightshade continued. ”And what kind of toy were you hoping for? An animal? Small or large?”

”Of course it will need to be small. She wanted to compare the size desired to the size of Toren’s doll, but she could feel Myrddin’s eyes burning a whole through her. ”Perhaps a lycan, a token for her to remember Umbra by.”

Nightshade liked this idea and seemed rather excited.

”You do know that there are dangers. I will give you a bracelet and once you put it on you will be able to hear and see everything your daughter hears and sees. A smirk played upon her lips as she continued, ”But, in return for her sight and hearing, you will lose your own.”

Audrina nodded in understanding.

”I will consult the matriarchs, as this could be beneficial to not only myself, but them as well.” Audrina looked towards Myrddin.

”Yes, indeed.” He nodded.
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