Surprisingly, as Peggy Powler tracked the fluid movement of the creature as it circled her, clusters of a strange orange
crystals seemed to glow in its passing and the guarded necromancer noticed faint plumes of smoke roiling above the
creeping creature in the slow pulse of transparent stones. The tenuous incandescence thrown off by the coral-hued
minerals also afforded the little Witch an opportunity to take stock of the wily beast as it elucidated its reasoning.
"I suspect you perceive myself as just another of your ignorant monsters that prowls these kinds of caliginous settings
and for unspoken reasons, seeks the attention of distraught damsels and frightened priests?" the Glatisant sneeringly
queried as it weighed-up a bantam-sized esoteric addition to its collection.
The long-limbed chimera's skin was a smooth fawn colour laced with chocolate-stained blotches running along its flanks
and a dirt-ploughing tail of of the same hue tracked behind this odd pastiche of beasts. The Glatisant's head was set on
a lengthy neck full of muscles that writhed beneath the short-haired skin in a similar manner to Peggy's aunt during her
bout of coughing.
"Do not fret for the world above, dear lady, here you will teach me the finer things in life that the others failed to tutor
and you will come to know your true self, Miss Powler" the slithery freak cooed as it left small hoof-marks during its
stalking ambulatory across the damp earth. The scent of homely firesides returned and the leery augurer felt the smell
was the beast's equivalent to the odour certain animals give off when danger is near. This brought a small dose of
annoyance to the bare-footed recipient with flinty eyes, the damned thing had been in one of the houses when she'd
first arrived.
The half-serpent's smug face watched the little Witch as it passed the pulsing glass-rocks in its slow circle and whether
it was aware of the reveal or not, the insincere looter of Underhill also allowed Peggy to see a line of paralysed figures
further back against the walls of the monster's home. They were vaguely familiar and it was only when the so-called
Questing Beast completed its slippery saunter around the wary Warlock, did she recognised the rotund shape of Edna
Mantle.
"Maybe with the correct conduct and posture for a rare personage as myself, your fame will increase and those who are
above your station may come to properly appreciate your feeble vocation?" it said softly without looking at the target of
its explanation and returned to the spot where Peggy had first clapped eyes on it.
But there was something else, another tunnel at the far-end of the cramped cave, Peggy only glimpsed it for a moment
before bringing her attention back to the Glatisant and whispering the first words of a spell to ignite the priggish prowler
if it approached nearer. "Aye well, yer' nought but a lowly fiend that Underhill needs me te' oust..." she replied with a
note of detachment, "...yer' knaw, yer' should count yer' stars Ah'm in a grand mood, so it'll be quick and painless...
fur' me" she added and tossed a bitter smile of someone not amused by guileful blather.
The mishmash of nightmares came in a rush and Peggy would've thanked Herne she'd prepared the charm earlier if
her attention hadn't been fully on delivering the results of the spell. The Glatisant skidded to a halt as flames suddenly
burst into the air around it. "When yer' ready te' fry, just let me knaw" the determined spellbinder hissed as the supple
creature writhed away from the spectral corona of fire. The haunted faces of the Questing Beast's captives looked on
as the strange girl who'd come to stay in their village brought a brighter illumination to the forsaken place they may
have believed was their tomb.
"You conniving harlot..." the monster snapped in its pique and scuttled back into the shadows, "...I should have dealt
with you as you slept in that crone's hovel" the Glatisant spat and gathered itself to make its final run. Peggy narrowed
her gaze and ground her toes into the dirt. She was ready.
crystals seemed to glow in its passing and the guarded necromancer noticed faint plumes of smoke roiling above the
creeping creature in the slow pulse of transparent stones. The tenuous incandescence thrown off by the coral-hued
minerals also afforded the little Witch an opportunity to take stock of the wily beast as it elucidated its reasoning.
"I suspect you perceive myself as just another of your ignorant monsters that prowls these kinds of caliginous settings
and for unspoken reasons, seeks the attention of distraught damsels and frightened priests?" the Glatisant sneeringly
queried as it weighed-up a bantam-sized esoteric addition to its collection.
The long-limbed chimera's skin was a smooth fawn colour laced with chocolate-stained blotches running along its flanks
and a dirt-ploughing tail of of the same hue tracked behind this odd pastiche of beasts. The Glatisant's head was set on
a lengthy neck full of muscles that writhed beneath the short-haired skin in a similar manner to Peggy's aunt during her
bout of coughing.
"Do not fret for the world above, dear lady, here you will teach me the finer things in life that the others failed to tutor
and you will come to know your true self, Miss Powler" the slithery freak cooed as it left small hoof-marks during its
stalking ambulatory across the damp earth. The scent of homely firesides returned and the leery augurer felt the smell
was the beast's equivalent to the odour certain animals give off when danger is near. This brought a small dose of
annoyance to the bare-footed recipient with flinty eyes, the damned thing had been in one of the houses when she'd
first arrived.
The half-serpent's smug face watched the little Witch as it passed the pulsing glass-rocks in its slow circle and whether
it was aware of the reveal or not, the insincere looter of Underhill also allowed Peggy to see a line of paralysed figures
further back against the walls of the monster's home. They were vaguely familiar and it was only when the so-called
Questing Beast completed its slippery saunter around the wary Warlock, did she recognised the rotund shape of Edna
Mantle.
"Maybe with the correct conduct and posture for a rare personage as myself, your fame will increase and those who are
above your station may come to properly appreciate your feeble vocation?" it said softly without looking at the target of
its explanation and returned to the spot where Peggy had first clapped eyes on it.
But there was something else, another tunnel at the far-end of the cramped cave, Peggy only glimpsed it for a moment
before bringing her attention back to the Glatisant and whispering the first words of a spell to ignite the priggish prowler
if it approached nearer. "Aye well, yer' nought but a lowly fiend that Underhill needs me te' oust..." she replied with a
note of detachment, "...yer' knaw, yer' should count yer' stars Ah'm in a grand mood, so it'll be quick and painless...
fur' me" she added and tossed a bitter smile of someone not amused by guileful blather.
The mishmash of nightmares came in a rush and Peggy would've thanked Herne she'd prepared the charm earlier if
her attention hadn't been fully on delivering the results of the spell. The Glatisant skidded to a halt as flames suddenly
burst into the air around it. "When yer' ready te' fry, just let me knaw" the determined spellbinder hissed as the supple
creature writhed away from the spectral corona of fire. The haunted faces of the Questing Beast's captives looked on
as the strange girl who'd come to stay in their village brought a brighter illumination to the forsaken place they may
have believed was their tomb.
"You conniving harlot..." the monster snapped in its pique and scuttled back into the shadows, "...I should have dealt
with you as you slept in that crone's hovel" the Glatisant spat and gathered itself to make its final run. Peggy narrowed
her gaze and ground her toes into the dirt. She was ready.
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