I Know The Pieces Fit

The wraith stood at the edge of the plains, his hooded and malformed shape contrasted against the lush green of the summer blessed fields. He wheezed with every breath, a line of drool dripping beyond the tattered hem of his veil onto the earth. He had meant to raise a call to be met by the pack but the burning in his throat was far too great for the effort. Instead he stood, a ghoul in the otherwise pleasant landscape waiting to be found.

“Do you think they’ll come?” Writhe chattered excitedly. “They’ll come they’ll come!” Ruin supplied. “And when they see prince Prospero-“ The two heads broke out in shrill gleeful laughter then watched the horizon avidly.

“Quiet!” He rasped bitterly, his body shaking with the effort, earning another bout of rancorous laughter from his companions.

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