Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

the dark shade might have rallied then and pursued the hobbling woman, were it not for his uncle who had slowed his pace. wordlessly iliksis ceased his chase, slowing to a swinging dogtrot. he did not let them off easily, though -- he threw back his head and howled derisively after them, a smirk marring the thin shape of his countenance.

they could run, but they had not won -- and that was all that mattered to the monster. he stalked jauntily after his uncle, though like ithrik, iliksis devised ways they could finish their dark designs at a later date.