07.31.04 - 3:09 p.m.

[Just another snippet of narrative, I think this was for another RP something, but can't remember what it was for.]

He came early for his quarry, when the sun was still low in the evening sky. And though he knew the creature would not leave its lair so early in the evening, and though he knew that the creature would yet linger, moldering in some coffin, or perhaps merely a well-sealed tomb of a room, he did not seek to end its existence. Not yet.

Perhaps he believed he could learn from it, or perhaps he sensed a worse foe than this, some foul web of such, waiting to be exposed if he was patient, if only he was patient. Or perhaps he wanted to see if she would return. Perhaps he wanted to see what she would do.

She appeared two weeks ago, a silent shadow tailing his evening's quarry, distant and self-contained. She stayed in the shadows, and clung to the heights whenever possible, far out of the leeches range of vision, well out of his sensory range. The creature hadn't noticed her - and wouldn't notice her, still and careful as she is - but he had, crouched at the edge of the balustrade circling the roof of the commercial building overlooking the street on which the creature's old, tree-lined estate is located.

[Oh, wait - I remember now. Lasombra and Shadow Lord. Eh, not interesting, not artifactual.]