Stuff and Things and Puppets on Strings

Dusk worked hard at her creation, adding bones and beads, rocks and feathers. She even went so far as to hang bones from leather strands at the bottom, thinking that the weight might better hold the catcher in place. Not that she believed in the myth, but... you know. Better safe than sorry?

When the last knot was tied, the dark lady sat back to inspect her work. She was quite proud of what she'd made. The black feathers and beads... it looked very Dusk. All aside from the black and red feather dripping with white beads. Thoughts of Sitri flooded her mind and heat filled Dusk's cheeks.

"Dusk Carpathius"