Scrunching his body up into a little fluffy ball the lemkey’s The empty tin plate dropped to the ground with a softĬlang. The tin plate slurping the gelatinous cake down like a thick ice cream Part of his wooden mask shifted into an open mouth hole and he tilted Shaking, the lemkey brought the tin plate up to his face, the bottom Greatly flinching and ‘cooing’, a small shower of dirtĭebris rained down on him from the impact of the staff on the ground. Her staff one more time, higher than before, and brought it slammingĭown on the hard dirt ground again! “KAVI!” Ground getting tired of watching this wary pathetic lab rat. The lemkey’s stomach growled as he repeatedly picked upĪnd put down the plate the Witch’s staff tapped repeatedly on the Own terms, to whittle them down using a good battle plan… once she Yes, she wanted to fight them, but on her Small trail of drool hung down from under the side of his wooden mask.ĭon’t do it! Wylla wanted to shout but it was The nose on his wooden masked face and sniffed The smell of spicy-sweetįruitcake with a hint of rot greeted him, inviting him to eat as a Reaching out with shaking hands he grabbed the tin plate bringing it to The lemkey’s eyes then looked down at the plate, Watery eyes and drooping fluffy ears and tail. Staff onto the hard dirt ground as the lemkey looked up with big round “KAVI!” The Witch commanded slamming the butt of her Ground with a clatter in front of the small wretch as the cake shook The witch walked round the cauldron up to the The sponge cake sucked in the strange brew like some It over the sponge cake on the tin plate. Using her staff as a ladle she scooped aĬup of the blood green gelatinous liquid out of the cauldron and poured Oryn energy into her staff as the top shifted shape from a round thorny She wended her way to the cauldron pouring a drop of Small yellowish round spongy cake sat atop the tin plate. She walked over to the work table grabbing her wicked Brairīloodrose Staff with her right hand and a tin plate with her left A Grimoire and put it away in the satchel hanging just below her curvy The Witch’s eyes shone, her lips curled up as she closed her The Witch’s staccato chant rose in pitch, the witchfireīlazed causing the ancient cauldron to shake and boil as blood greenĪ blood green mushroom cloud of smoke shot up into the
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