But it was the ghoulish servants who answered first. "If the Master turned off the light..." one began, whispering.
"...We could eat you," another finished.
Raistlin's cursed vision tunneled to an alarming degree before his lungs un-seized. "Begone!" he rasped out, finally gaining enough air for speech. The undead minions fled like he'd cracked a whip.
The blackrobe slumped further against his staff, pulling a cloth out from within his robes. He dabbed the blood from his lips, then tucked it away again, the motion automatic. Normal. Still, his eyes glittered cold in the light, fixed on Sanzo. It was clear he was daring him to say a word about his frailty. Just one word of pity, or scorn. He would regret it.
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Date: Apr. 2nd, 2016 12:42 am (UTC)"...We could eat you," another finished.
Raistlin's cursed vision tunneled to an alarming degree before his lungs un-seized. "Begone!" he rasped out, finally gaining enough air for speech. The undead minions fled like he'd cracked a whip.
The blackrobe slumped further against his staff, pulling a cloth out from within his robes. He dabbed the blood from his lips, then tucked it away again, the motion automatic. Normal. Still, his eyes glittered cold in the light, fixed on Sanzo. It was clear he was daring him to say a word about his frailty. Just one word of pity, or scorn. He would regret it.