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[NightShade]

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The Nightingale landed gracefully on the ledge and began to sing its heart out. The beautiful music drifted slowly thru the house reaching its deepest chambers. A door slammed, followed by the rustling of chains and a rather angry Shade emerged onto the flower covered balcony. Mimus Shut up! With a flick of her hand a green cloud sped towards him and his beautiful throaty voice changed into a horrendous squawk. His façade dropped, the Mockingbird sat peering at her with his large golden eyes. He spread his great black wings and hopped about on the ledge Beautiful Lady…he squawked and Shade burst into laughter.

That’s much better. Come my beloved, I have a task for you. I need you to gather some special sorts of regents for me as you did last time. I know it is a rather long trip but I will have a buffet waiting when you return my dearest one.

The bird nuzzled her with his great beak and nipped her cheek. Patting him on the head she tied a small bag to his leg. You can manage it right? The bird gave her a disgusted cocky look and flounced down the ground in a huff. She smiled, aaah I knew you could. Ruffling the tops of his feathers she held out her hand and he jumped up on it. She made her way back to the balcony grimacing at the pungent smell of flowers and watched him alight swiftly into the air, his black wings beating rhythmically carrying him farther from her view. For a moment she felt an odd tugging, almost, the remnants of a sense of fear but she pushed it hastily aside and returned back into the house.

The days passed and the bird did not return, Shade had begun to pace the floor, she would not leave the house for fear he might return. At last she sought out her Shadow Puppet. As she feared, it had deep scratches in it and sat in the chair unresponsive. Shade kneeled on the floor before her guardian puppet and rested her head upon its lap. What had become of her dear Mimus…
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...

[NightShade]

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The night was young and she had risen from her motionless spot, she was hungry and would not deprive herself any longer due to misery.

Sinking her teeth into the first neck she met, she drank deeply but strangely relinquished her victim. She had not the heart to kill. Her thoughts were caught up in her pursuit of her lost pet and she left the bleeding man laying where she found him her great cape flowing with the wind behind her.

She would not give up, she would not let this rest, she would find Mimus, be he dead or alive he would be returned. She just wondered at what price to herself.
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...