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Dances With Wolfbane - Part 1
Written by Sky Taylor, Sky at Dawn
(Or Shernoff, How Does Your Garden Grow?)
If you will look closely within these shrouded walls, you will see a castle knitted into a cove. Below the castle lies no gate, lies no walls, lies no clinging ivy - but a thatch of wolfbane, a wilting thatch of wolfbane. And within the castle walls resides Shernoff, man about the town by day, werewolf by night...
Shernoff drew the Acme binoculars away from his dark eyes, catching sight of the wizened old woman moving slowly up the hill leading to the castle; his castle. For six pence she had promised him that she could revive the wolfbane by nightfall.
And as it was a night to be overshadowed by a full moon, Shernoff was restless and wanted The Old One to be gone as swiftly as possible. If not for his unsettling spirits over the wilted wolfbane, Death Itself could not have persuaded him to invite a stranger within these walls this day.
But he had an overpowering need, a craving for wolfbane that needed to be satisfied. And The Old One best work her magic fast, for Shernoff was set on having a feast of his wolfbane with some tasty romaine before moonrise!
He hastened down the 40 steps of the spiral staircase, making his way towards the massive doors where The Old One stood knocking. As he slowly cranked the door open, it creaked loudly, The Old One slowly materializing before him.
Before he could get a good gawk at her face, she twisted her head away from his view and he narrowed his eyes at her in disappointment. She was a bony old thing, a dried up old thing - a nothing. She had told him earlier that day that she had some dental work performed - false teeth if he correctly recalled. Nonetheless, he didn't give a rat's snout about The Old One's teeth - as long as she could rescue his dying wolfbane - that was all he required. And she came highly recommended by the local Home Sweet Home store.
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