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[NightShade]

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It was true as she sat at her desk that she was quite tired from the days activities. The shop was finished at last and her Legacy would begin. Her dreams were coming true for this young necromancer and she felt at last her feet stood upon solid ground. The bustling city of Umbra was perfect for this odd little shop. With its inhabitants mutely staring, their blank faces and eyes waiting for that special home.

It was true the dolls longed only to be taken home...perhaps to leave this shop...

Nightshade sat signing the deed and paying the craftsmen of Umbra who had worked tirelessly on the project for the Patriarch's Wife. Yet even more, she was not a woman to be crossed, so an impish grin brought calm to thier hearts.

The silent scribbles of her check writing were broken, and she looked up to hear the musical laugh so rarely heard of her son. Tyranis, she doted upon her first born boy, he bore many of Shades features and she always beleived if the light ever shown its face in Umbra you would see glints of green highlights in his hair. She smiled as he strode in the room, just the warrior his father had wanted but yet so much more....

It gave her pause as he casually sat on the corner of his desk, teasing his green haired mother as truly only Tyranis could do. The beautiful relationship that was proud mother and valiant son shimmered in the air.

Then it hit her in a wave of wonder as she stared at Tyranis, her face paling in shock a momentous thought weaving thru her shadowed and brilliant mind. He was the first of his kind. She did not speak of the mix of Lycan and Vampire, nay.. there had been many and many still to come. She laughed and garnered an odd gaze from her son in this.

Leaping from her seat the woman who looked younger than her own son tall and proud hurried around the desk to hug her son tightly. Tyr! Tyr your the first, ages of ancestors and you are the first. How did this happen? She laughed so joyfully and spun hugging herself. Myrddin entering the room to see his wife spinning in joy her dress floating around her. His son with an obviously bewildered look upon his face. What is this about?

OH I must tell my father! she exclaimed her voice estatic..What does it mean? How did her grandfather Jon Strathmore overlook such a detail.

The words of her father echoing from her past from so long ago...

"Aaah a poisoner, most excellent..." He had said to his young girl so many years ago. Now time had brought another, but this time fate had done something, that generations of ancestors would not believe...

Another poisoner had been born but surely what did it mean.....

Tyranis, your a boy, this isnt possible....

He frowned at her and Myrddin stepped forward stern looks upon his face. Aye hes a boy of course Shade! What silliness do you fill his head with? She smiled as if the cat had caught the mouse and for a moment both men felt a moment of worry, whatever had she up her sleeve now.....

Dont you see my son! Why do you think Jon wanted a girl? because its not common nay I would say it is to rare, no I would say it is impossible to carry this gene in a male. Yet you are here in front of me are you not, the first of your kind.

A male poisoner of the family Vail.....

Recognition dawned in both mens eyes and they turned to stare at each other bewildered.

Surely what did it mean?
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