Gareil sensed a faint fear like a silent echo. The scent of change was on the still air, and excitement was drifting its way down to where she hid. "The intruders have come," she thought as she waited in the crevice. The faint and thin whispers drifted down to her. Not that she knew the words but the identifiable sounds that weren’t just the spider at the door.
She imprudently in her excitement relieved herself of her cover and danced, or floated down the hall towards Gorthroth's lair. If she still had her life she would have been hopping and skipping down the hall, but since she couldn't she just floated. She could almost see the thrill of the kill already, she could taste it, and smell it on the air. To hold such living flesh in her arms and extinguish the life for it, just the very thought made her trimmer with feeling and an evil joy.
[ May 03, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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