“Manure?” Gonath reached his hands to his face and inhaled deeply. The rankness cut through his swollen nose and caused him to gag from the reeking smell. In the dark and with puffed up eyes, Gonath mistook the animal feces for wet earth and then smeared the handfuls over the burning of the Fire Weed.
“What more must I endure before dawn?”, murmured Gonath to himself.
“More than you may be prepared to hear. Clean yourself, Myria has much to tell.”
Gonath watched Myria step into a dark corner of the room. The only visible part of the old woman was here silver hair reflecting the light. With a blink every part of her was absorbed by the shadow. At first Gonath thought it to be yet another of silly trick and was determined not to be fooled again. He walked to the corner and reached into the dark to pull Myria out. Expecting to grab the frail woman’s arms he was shocked to feel something grab him instead. He quickly yanked his arms back and stepped away from the corner. At the edge of the darkness he could see the shadows churning upon itself. Suddenly two hands began to glide across the wooden floor towards Gonath’s feet. Seeing the fingers again convinced Gonath that he had not imagined them before. Frozen more from amazement than fear he stood planted to the floor, watching as the hands extended from the blackness in the corner across the floorboards and to the tip of his feet. The hands stopped instantly, just touching the toes of his boots. They lingered, not moving further. Gonath was somewhat puzzled, earlier these hands wanted to drag him into the darkness with their gloom, now they simply waited. Quickly Gonath shook the astonishment from his mind and began to worry of what was capable of giving life to the shadows. He took one step back to put distance between himself and the waiting hands. With no warning the shadows leapt at him knocking him to the floor. Gonath winced and as he opened his eyes, Myria was standing above him with a wide smile that exposed the decaying stubs that one could only assume were teeth.
“HA!! You have seen the Hand“Manure?” Gonath reached his hands to his face and inhaled deeply. The rankness cut through his swollen nose and caused him to gag from the reeking smell. In the dark and with puffed up eyes, Gonath mistook the animal feces for wet earth and then smeared the handfuls over the burning of the Fire Weed.
“What more must I endure before dawn?”, murmured Gonath to himself.
“More than you may be prepared to hear. Clean yourself, Myria has much to tell.”
Gonath watched Myria step into a dark corner of the room. The only visible part of the old woman was here silver hair reflecting the light. With a blink every part of her was absorbed by the shadow. At first Gonath thought it to be yet another of silly trick and was determined not to be fooled again. He walked to the corner and reached into the dark to pull Myria out. Expecting to grab the frail woman’s arms he was shocked to feel something grab him instead. He quickly yanked his arms back and stepped away from the corner. At the edge of the darkness he could see the shadows churning upon itself. Suddenly two hands began to glide across the wooden floor towards Gonath’s feet. Seeing the fingers again convinced Gonath that he had not imagined them before. Frozen more from amazement than fear he stood planted to the floor, watching as the hands extended from the blackness in the corner across the floorboards and to the tip of his feet. The hands stopped instantly, just touching the toes of his boots. They lingered, not moving further. Gonath was somewhat puzzled, earlier these hands wanted to drag him into the darkness with their gloom, now they simply waited. Quickly Gonath shook the astonishment from his mind and began to worry of what was capable of giving life to the shadows. He took one step back to put distance between himself and the waiting hands. With no warning the shadows leapt at him knocking him to the floor. Gonath winced and as he opened his eyes, Myria was standing above him with a wide smile that exposed the decaying stubs that one could only assume were teeth.
Have never encountered the Souls of the Abyss, I see? We will discuss those too, come off the floor, as I said, Myria has much to tell.”
*****
“What more must I endure before dawn?”, murmured Gonath to himself.
“More than you may be prepared to hear. Clean yourself, Myria has much to tell.”
Gonath watched Myria step into a dark corner of the room. The only visible part of the old woman was here silver hair reflecting the light. With a blink every part of her was absorbed by the shadow. At first Gonath thought it to be yet another of silly trick and was determined not to be fooled again. He walked to the corner and reached into the dark to pull Myria out. Expecting to grab the frail woman’s arms he was shocked to feel something grab him instead. He quickly yanked his arms back and stepped away from the corner. At the edge of the darkness he could see the shadows churning upon itself. Suddenly two hands began to glide across the wooden floor towards Gonath’s feet. Seeing the fingers again convinced Gonath that he had not imagined them before. Frozen more from amazement than fear he stood planted to the floor, watching as the hands extended from the blackness in the corner across the floorboards and to the tip of his feet. The hands stopped instantly, just touching the toes of his boots. They lingered, not moving further. Gonath was somewhat puzzled, earlier these hands wanted to drag him into the darkness with their gloom, now they simply waited. Quickly Gonath shook the astonishment from his mind and began to worry of what was capable of giving life to the shadows. He took one step back to put distance between himself and the waiting hands. With no warning the shadows leapt at him knocking him to the floor. Gonath winced and as he opened his eyes, Myria was standing above him with a wide smile that exposed the decaying stubs that one could only assume were teeth.
“HA!! You have seen the Hand“Manure?” Gonath reached his hands to his face and inhaled deeply. The rankness cut through his swollen nose and caused him to gag from the reeking smell. In the dark and with puffed up eyes, Gonath mistook the animal feces for wet earth and then smeared the handfuls over the burning of the Fire Weed.
“What more must I endure before dawn?”, murmured Gonath to himself.
“More than you may be prepared to hear. Clean yourself, Myria has much to tell.”
Gonath watched Myria step into a dark corner of the room. The only visible part of the old woman was here silver hair reflecting the light. With a blink every part of her was absorbed by the shadow. At first Gonath thought it to be yet another of silly trick and was determined not to be fooled again. He walked to the corner and reached into the dark to pull Myria out. Expecting to grab the frail woman’s arms he was shocked to feel something grab him instead. He quickly yanked his arms back and stepped away from the corner. At the edge of the darkness he could see the shadows churning upon itself. Suddenly two hands began to glide across the wooden floor towards Gonath’s feet. Seeing the fingers again convinced Gonath that he had not imagined them before. Frozen more from amazement than fear he stood planted to the floor, watching as the hands extended from the blackness in the corner across the floorboards and to the tip of his feet. The hands stopped instantly, just touching the toes of his boots. They lingered, not moving further. Gonath was somewhat puzzled, earlier these hands wanted to drag him into the darkness with their gloom, now they simply waited. Quickly Gonath shook the astonishment from his mind and began to worry of what was capable of giving life to the shadows. He took one step back to put distance between himself and the waiting hands. With no warning the shadows leapt at him knocking him to the floor. Gonath winced and as he opened his eyes, Myria was standing above him with a wide smile that exposed the decaying stubs that one could only assume were teeth.
Have never encountered the Souls of the Abyss, I see? We will discuss those too, come off the floor, as I said, Myria has much to tell.”
*****
RSS Feed
