Much after all had chosen to leave his company the Dark Fae took work on what would be his grandest creation.. With such unspoken intimacy he etched each rune to the very tip of the blade.. The pommel was that of a wraith, known as an unholy being of true bitter hate, encased within its "hands" a tiny white pearl that seemed to shine with unparalleled brilliance. Each holding a meaning in his kithian tongue, his lips spoke them on false air never passing over blank lips. His eyes remained affixed as even the last words were carved unto the cold surface… Placing down the small chisel he wiped his brow, and rested back.. His work was done, now only the will of others and the hands of fate would carve the paths of the future.. Little was left for him to do. However, he did note he'd need continue to quaff such that ungodly concoction which kept him fueled with the threads of the dreaming…The dagger held a startling décor all its own, quickly bundling it within a leather cloth he placed it among this things.. Now was not the hour for its need.. Twin crimson pearls the rose to the faint pillars of moonlight that selectedly filtered to careen over him. =-
"Lord Oberon.. I seldom found the hour to call need to yae. Still… Tis the very hour of necessity that I wish your powers to guide nae only my hand and will, but the will of another. Kara Aliana, and aid us with our task no matter how unjust our intentions fair… Watch over us, and keep us all from danger.. Praise be toward yae M'Lord…"
-= With such silent prayer, he then rose.. Such a frail form moved with distilled grace as he moved to the quarters he chose for himself.. Passing through the makeshift sliding door. He faded from the watching eyes of the darkness about him..=-
