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ooc: Lord Starshadow - There is never a need to apologize for good writing. [img]graemlins/thumbsup.gif[/img] In fact, one of the reasons the pace of the thread is a bit measured is to allow people the chance to develop their characters.
Zhydo’rah
The day is done and darkness fall like a shroud over the last fading blush of light. Even the stars are muted and the silence of dusk hangs heavy and thick with the gathered doubts of those who seek to rest. Indeed, the cares of the morrow are wakeful tonight and in the unspoken recesses of several hearts they find their voice and call through the silence. Out of these hearts and into the gloom the wordless call of vaguely formed fears moves seeking the touch of one who might give shape to their vagueness. Eyes glowing with an infernal heat flash suddenly brighter. Long years of tormenting the unending dreams of the slumbering dead have left her hungry for the intense flavor of those terrors that haunt the brief and urgent slumbers of the living. Even the great steed at her side snorts its eagerness to answer the calling of the fears. Stretching a wrinkled hand out through the flames which serve as the beast’s mane she restrains it. Soon. Soon but not quite yet for there is still far too much wakefulness among them. For now it is simply theirs to savor the mingled scent of fear and brimstone and to allow it to whet the appetite.
ooc: Ruby - As the psychically sensitive character you get the fun of sensing something disturbing. It is difficult to define the feeling but there seems to be a hint of the unnatural and the unclean about it.
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