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| Sphynx | Jun 9 2009, 08:54 PM |
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The woods had been busy of late. It seemed to her that more and more people found themselves wandering past her humble little abode. It was during times like these, when the weather turned nicer and more people decided to venture into the wilder parts of the world, that she was glad that house wasn’t as obvious as it could be. As it was, few people actually noticed the strange wooden shack for what it actually was, being as the slats that created it blended in so well with the surrounding tree trunks. However she would get the occasional visitor as the more daring ones decided to see who, if anyone, occupied the small cabin. That was generally their mistake. Sometimes she killed them right away, if her mood suited it. Other times she played the part of the lonesome hedgewitch and invited them in for a spell. That spell generally led to their undoing. She liked to play with her prey first, and that was if she was in a good mood. Those who met her when she was vexed met death instantly; though that was likely preferable than the games she liked to play. She had begun to develop a reputation, after all the time she had been there. No proof had ever been found that she had lured anyone to her hut to kill them; indeed she had never had to lure anyone there. If you asked her, they all went the same way as the cat; their curiosity getting the best of them. She let several of them go of course, after the tea and bread and incredibly dull conversation. She had to or else no one would wander through this section of the woods for fear that they were haunted. Those that walked away with their lives were proof that she didn’t kill every person that walked through her doors. But with her reputation as it was, folks were still curious enough, frightened but not quite scared enough to stay away. It gave her ample supply to keep up on her experiments. Lately, however, there had been more passersby than she was accustomed to, and it was beginning to drive her crazy. She liked her peace and was in need of it now that she had other duties to focus on besides her little science experiments. The lack of quiet was perhaps what found her standing beside a filthy bedroom window around midnight. The night was always quieter, simpler, less complicated than the day. She had plans for this evening; there was work to be done. There was a good chance that she would have actually gotten something done that evening as well, had there not been someone creeping towards her abode. Her eyes narrowed the moment she could see the outline of a figure draw ever closer to her home. She watched in a calculating silence as the girl drew closer, only to frighten herself and fall back once again. Sphynx could have laughed at the sight of the clumsy little girl stumbling around her house in the darkness. It would have been a fairly humorous situation, had the circumstances been slightly different. As it was, she considered merely lighting the tree that the girl now hid behind on fire, hoping that the girl would catch up with it. Yet there was something about her terribly pale skin and decent reflexes that halted her. Instead, she went with a more direct approach. The tall woman left the confines of her house and stepped out into the moonlight. Her dark blue hair appeared black among the shadows of the trees, and the pale light only enhanced her own pallid face. She was cloaked in a black robe, which really was a standard for her. Her frame was thin enough, and her robe fitted enough, to clearly show that she wasn’t carrying any weapons, though anyone who knew of her reputation as a necromancer would know that she didn’t need weapons to cause pain. “I know that you are there; there is no use in denying it. Show yourself! And explain why you have traipsed across my front lawn. Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it is impolite to trespass?” She moved no closer, yet her eyes did not once stray from the shadows where the girl was hidden. “I have little patience, so don’t make me wait, and heaven help you if I have to come in there and fetch you out myself!” Her voice was only as loud as it needed to be for one to hear her clearly across such a distance. She didn’t have time to waste if this child ended up being a mere human. |
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