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[NightShade]

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Nightshade sat down at her desk, applying her dagger lightly against her wrist, she watched as the blood slid slowly down the blade into a small dish she had placed beneath it. As she applied more pressure the blood began to flow faster, so she withdrew it slightly, for she did not want to make a mess. Raising a black feather she had swiped from Mimus, her mocking bird, she dipped it into the pool of blood and began applying it to the parchment before her. Smirking slightly she wrote with a flourish:

Dearest Barl DeAbreago,

It has come to my attention that I must once more seek out your advice regarding a delicate matter concerning, my ever growing, and changing business. I would request you grant me audience, as your knowledge in this matter would be most helpful.

Sincerely,
Nightshade


Mimus my love, would you search out Master DeAbreago for me? The bird gave her a haughty look and sniped loudly …Feather! Feather! Shade grinned at the upset bird, well of course it is your choice, but my dearest, I have heard rumors that filet of Mockingbird is quite the rage in Malas. The bird scowled at her and swished its tail feathers at her, which of course, was one feather short. Then with a thump Mimus landed next to the rolled up scroll. With a sharp jerk of his head he nipped at her arm angrily and snapped up the scroll in its beak. Laughing Nightshade ruffled the feathers at the back of his neck and the bird rested against her hand for a moment before opening its massive wings and flying swiftly out the window into the dark night.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[Mairsil]

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Barl took the parchemt from the bird. He proceeded to read it standing there before the well of souls.
Written in blood..

Finishing the letter, Barl rolled it back up and looked to the bird. The request was a reasonable one though Barl had no materials to write a letter in return and felt disturbed enough as it was. After a moments consideration, the lichdrow opened a small pouch on his belt and pulled out two faintly glowing bracelets. He slipped one onto his wrist, and the other around the birds neck. Having fit it securely onto the bird, he tucked the letter it had previously carried between its neck and the bracelet.
If she understands this responce..she has my audience..
He waved the bird off as he turned his back on it, returning to his secluded thoughts.[/i]
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"You see I can not be forsaken, because I'm not the only one. We walk amongst you, beating, r#ping, must we hide from everyone?" - Jon Davis

[NightShade]

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Mimus returned and landed on the bed next to the sleeping Nightshade. Nudging her hand she dreamily rolled over swiping her hand at the bird. The bird hopped closer and nudged its beak against her cheek and still the girl would not stir.

The birds exasperation growing it gave a loud screech and exclaimed, pretty, pretty, wake up..... Shade opened an eye to find herself peering into the birds large golden one. Oh very well, Mimus what do you want? The bird leaned forward and began running its beak thru her green hair as if it was cleaning it and she swiped at him again. Please Mimus, I am not a bird, quit trying to fix my hair. The bird hopped up and down. Barl, Barl, Barl he exclaimed. At that Shade noticed the glowing collar attached to the bird her note secured within it.

Smiling she slipped it off of Mimus and placed it in her pack. It seems I have been granted audience, excellent, lets go get you some breakfast, then I will slip this on my wrist.....
Dead pixies, Dead Pixies , Dead Pixies....hop hop hop.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...