take the victrola

since before siku was the witch, lasher murmured, paws shifting upon the shale as the other approached. he was flushed anew with the realization of the power that surrounded the masculine shadow; he moved like stygian night over the rock, flowing into its crevasses and across its surface with an eldritch grace. to clarify, as many did not know 'witch' in the context used solely by taltos, he breathed: i am bound to her and hers, and to this mountain, and to tartok, until she releases me.

but he did not wish for this — contrarily, lasher wanted for quite the opposite. such sweet chains siku had bound him with! the day that he divested himself of them would be the hour in which he would meet his demise. of this he was assured. are you to rule beneath her, or will you flow away to begin in a new place?

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