Side Forty-Nine – The Raven Knight
The Raven Knight sat with his legs crossed in one alcove of the strange room, several brilliant orbs of light set in ornate braziers casting a fierce glow over the centre of the space, only to leave deeper, inky shadows around the edges and in the corners. I prefer the shadows, it suits better.
He was not alone in this. Finally he had persuaded the jorogumo out of her spiderwebbed lair she had thrown up on the edges of his hidden Territory, and then only because he had promised her revenge on those that had hurt her. Other than , of course. Still, that was to save our lives… from that by-blow bitch and her mortal sympathiser…
Behind his black-beaked mask the sounds of teeth grinding together could be faintly heard. I cannot believe how misfortune upon misfortune has befallen . I am supposed to be the bearer of ill-fortune yet it dogs my steps incessantly. With his dark Rhyming Tree stolen all his plans were on hold, and though he had sought out these allies, such as they were, to aid him, the situation had taken a turn for the worse.
Just why are there so many Seelie crawling about that Territory now? Before all they had were a few weaselkin and those brutish fools under Grulgor. Now there are weaselkin everywhere, and more… even Ulfuric, the army commander under that lustful, wretched bastard Shaetanao was there. A clash head-on will be much more than I can handle…
His gaze strayed to the jorogumo. She had corrupted the spiders that lurked in his forests and had rebuilt her army, but even so, her strength was far from enough. On feeling his regard, she turned, hissing disconsolately at him from her web in the shadows.
“I don’t think she’s very fond of you, Master Raven.” His attention was drawn to the speaker, a young-looking girl with blonde hair pulled into drilled pigtails and bound with ribbons, sitting at the table that was out-of-place in the brightly-lit centre of the room. She was wearing a purple and black lace dress, with a parasol over one shoulder, while she was sucking on so sort of treat on a stick. She was making noisy slurping sounds, which set his teeth on edge, further worsening his mood, so he t her azure gaze with his dirty yellow one.
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