A Walk in the Dark

longnight What a lovely song...why don't you stay and sing it a while longer for us? The voice is like electrically-charged blood. It sizzles and darkens in the air. Around the perimeter of light cast by the lantern bodies hovered and crouched. Though they weren't bodies at all, but shapes and scarred bits of shadow. A wayward soul pulsing in time with the bard's song floats closer...and is snapped up by a wall of black teeth before Jigano might have coaxed it nearer. Delicious. Please, keep singing..