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[NightShade]

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Shade had never found herself noble, or predisposiitioned to acts of great kindness. She was far from the harsh rays of lighthood. Yet there was one thing that was trancendent.

Motherhood...

This was something that had popped up on her silently lying like a snake in wait and now as her hand moved over Tyranis's hot forehead the worry washing over her face she felt its stealy bite. It had bit her once already with Dethn's dissapearance into the clutches of the Strathmore estate and now she almost wept with fear.

Angrily she stood moving away from the bed with a curse on her lips. Her son had the same tailtale signs of the dreaming sickness Nyxy had. He was given to brief moments of conciousness, then she could see him struggling to reach or attain something...Yet Tyranis was strong and she wondered if this hadnt been a bit of a miscalculation on Strathmores part. Tyranis was now a fully trained Necromancer and it dawned on her that the urges sent to him may be resistable.

She turned and moving back next to the bed she looked down upon him as a mother is wont to do, but her son was a man and it was clear that she would have to let him fight this part of his nightmare on his own. She shook her head, however, she could distract....Perhaps the time was now to put her plan into action.

The time to leave the comfort of her home and family and alone take up the fight and meet her foe head on. She turned and left the room arriving back a few minutes later in her full regalia of armour as it gleamed darkly. She brushed his brow, we fight this battle together Tyr as a family.

I am the only one allowed to give you nightmares my son...
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Something is Wrong, I can still feel Existence...