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Death did not come quickly. For what seemed like hours, he had laid there. Silent anticipation, constantly battling a two front war with hope and the desire to live. His wrists no longer struggled against the ropes that bound him. The cynical man had long since left. All that remained now was a figu...

Shadows. Something every one shared in common. No matter your size, shape, or race you had a shadow. However, some were able to become one with the shadows. A true figure of the night, a physical shadow of soul and flesh. To the frail and dazed fairy, his world was full of such things that go bump i...

For hours the figure lay motionless in the brush, the eyes of a starved predator intently watching the path before it. As the minutes turned into hours, the lust for blood had dampened considerably. No longer did the stomach knot up with nervousness for, like a fisherman whose luck has ran out, the ...