| Too late…the man grabbed the sword and rolled from his bed into fighting position.
Void’s eyes flared crimson. His feeding forestalled, he nearly lunged at the man, but stopped himself at the last moment. His eyes narrowed at the impudent human that dared stand between him and his prize.
-I must have it…give it to me!-
The man didn’t budge an inch.
-Then I’ll pry it from your comatose hands!-
Xandax’s mind was suddenly ablaze with agony. In the next instant the creature was wrapped around his sword, its light extinguished by the enveloping shadow.
__________________ Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain? |