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[NightShade]

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Snap.... The trap snapped tight its ethereal jaws. Like a bear trap it had ensnared its prey. A newly freed soul floating off into the sunset heading for its great reward. Now halted. The spirit tugged frantically at this odd binding. She could see her pale lifeless body just over yon..

I must get free, I must get free... it is time to go.

Laughter harsh and cold met the spirit's silent panic and her head snapped up seeking out the source. Black hair with just a hint of green, pale skin and eyes that seemed to see right thru even the most transparent of spirits.

Necromancia! she uttered with fear. Let me go!

A gentle hand came up to cup the spirits cheek, the hand froze her in place she could feel her energies draining fast. NO she cried as a vortex of shadows sucked her inside a crystal-like vessel.

Moments later Nightshade moved away from the spot, the trap gone the spirit safely ensconced in its vessel. She patted the object lightly and peered down at the sad wailing face of the imprisoned ghost.

Why so Glum? Sugarplum... Peering into the crystal at the spirit, she carelessly dropped a bloody dagger and went on her way.

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