Cat and Mouse.

[Hypocrite]

  
Deep into the corruption stricken lands of the Mires, the shadow's voice was carried along a river... and from it, a ripple that would echo through the murky waters of the shadowed swamp ended up travelling as far as to the untainted lands that bordered it, an old and tired voice grasping the mind of the slaves which served the Vorso.

 

An answer was given.

   

"The wee cub has grown t' be a lion... well, wouldna that be a sight t' behold?"
 
"Heh... I care nah fer yer self-proclaimed titles or who ye 'ave managed t' best lad... but I will admit, it appears ye 'ave made a name fer yerrself."

 

"Thar was once a time when I wished ye dead at me feet, fer makin' one which I would perhaps call a buddy end up betrayin' me... fer sendin' those droves o' mindless scallywags t' me doorsteps only fer 'em t' return wit' otherwordly nightmares one by one..."

 

"In the end, I thought ye we be nah worth me time... but I see it now that I was squiffy fer nah finishin' this even if I wasn't the one who started."

 

"Wha' better way t' finish this than at the place where this began? Remember where? The open clearin' in the Mires where ye dared attack me 'n I took yer teach 'n friend from ye?"

 

"Come... I'll be waiting."

           

Rumours of the location and duel to happen spread through the Mires, as what manners of Monsters that remained lost in those woods, either roaming around or perhaps still holding to the old ways of their kin could feel a shift of corruption, a miasma that encroached onto the area where everything would come to an end.
   
   

Settings: DEADLY? (Agreed)
Date: TBD