The Shadow of the Accursed Executioner

Chapter 29: The Appearance of the Golden Guard

For here a spire to had pierced below inside a gape like a faceless of impalement mass. For throughout below, of levels, of blackness metals, as floors, all creaking, hung and distant... A spire, pulsates within, throughout highs and lows about by unfelt and act winds, as if merging within the skies, by its complete, and dream-rayed whites. So, is glowing into the walls of this spire's all-round and perfection displays of squares, of its millions many meshes and of many crossing bridges, vertically, down throughout... That all, thus, this Time throughout of these skies of now, but...but to had revealed of its chains outside, of all sides of the spire as pinned blacks and of twisting, (and red tinge) ropes. Yet truly, but as the ropes looking, like chains, mimicking... from the seeing, if one's to believes first these as rope instead, rather. But, however, and from continued of this spire's erection, until downed into its hole within, into its faceless of an impalement mass...of into this island land's bottomless...of black blood... that until, as there here forms above, till to a narrowing and a narrowing of this spire's higher, to before its peak.
        Along, and here a rising, of a spiralling of stairs, that to had risen all around, till, and for to the peak of this spire. These stairs, as they had reached from the top, till, and then to all the way downed, into its cage city.
        Whilst all while here be, as approaches toward aside here, were to appearance of an Unkin. Appearing from around these spiralling of the stairs of this caged tower. Climbing each step of the black treads, carefully and in learned, yet learning, by upon the each steps of its paws. Thus, as it were for the appearance of an ascending wolf. It, climbing up the treads, as if, had it had hoped, if, were it not a disturbance to at all, before, for upped the tip of the spire... yet, in a cunningly... in yet a silence. Trying, very.
        The wolf, its snout, for masked all but beneath under the dim-glowings of its revealed and lower snout. As its snout, like to the troves of hidden gold up within. On a mask of two horns. Both melted and, in combinations of twisted-togetherness each. And along with of its twisted horns but to had arched shorter than beside its other...
        ...Till eventually, as now the wolf then, for then to had passed up over, over this final tread. Thus, and now to achieved for atop this spire, here, and to had reached its highest point. Of, over the Black Cage City of Spire here. It be called.
        To then had viewed on to the top of this spire, like an opening of a nest, of coloured arrows a readied yet mounting bow and to hedges of outer, spiked pillars, were be here, were so, were to the seated of a helmed and backed figure. His helmet, like to the crafted of an ant's head, enlarged, and on a longly of sticks of cape, (it, conjoining as into the forms of many varied stick-insects, as like an actively yet disguising cape). Whilst the figure as he would awaited. To awaited for the dragon Paulgarnarr.
        To awaits, may his return...
        For to awaiting, the dragon, called... Her Negotiate Dragon Paulgarnarr.
        Or as known, as called, the Guard-Dragon, Paulgarnarr, from below the ????? ?? ???e.
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        Paulgarnarr, to have departed with retreated... Due, as it were a fact upon all the dragons, they, as only as fastly across the seas...—till, but to the exceptions of any lands, where over the seas, downed went they swooped...and then alas, no more of the Great Sea Ones...but, to leaving radius as wide as hinds... so, for exception to any lands, to had delayed in all their senses of the many. By the Age of the Seas, to the origin of their existence, that to had caused within all the dragons, but to had morphed above the seas as, into, as a choiceless in of form, therefore, to causing built of bone towers, then, into, as bone cities, then, into, as bone Reaches (of Reaches, that are the combining awes, into, as the thousands of bone cities, from through the tells and the tongues of the dragons), as dragons, to believed worthy founded, only, above, of all the seas, the Great Sea Ones. From upon, to the forming of its lacking lands, but of the seas, they been made, (as dragons, descendants of the Preaddragonics, since the origins of the sun, to exists, by one of the True Olds named Send. Of Send, as the burning and yet dust of to all life) of the seas to caused made, to perceived, the dragons to detect equal... and so as worthy. Where opposed on any lands founded, that they believed not be this 'worthy'. Due lands, to caused lacking, with to their wings not need in striving, and, for with their hinds, not need in climbing, (in their mass strengths, to be used, by to the latchings onto the sides of incomplete dens, whilst the progresses of bone towers, from the shallower sections of the seas, whilst they would slumbered and depicted like mountainous and demented dark lizards. From midst the nowhere, of the seas in night. Midst an empty of barren waves and, around, a blackness, of figment streams. Of fading and diving stars, afar, that had trickled the all horizons).
        But, as to returned all come the fact—within, to upon, with all, the dragons... as to the reasoned why Paulgarnarr went retreated...
        To had retreated off away, by this figure, whom to heads atop this spire... Wearing, his stick-insects cape, and, with too hovering butterflies, from onto each, above his shoulders. These butterflies, that which they continues to be fluttering, like to the bundles of secretly transformed, if as, into the miniature and of blissful children, each. Fluttering and fluttering, they full of silent energies, each. Of, colours: depth blues, fade oranges, through-whites, and of exaggerate yet mono rose reds. And, along all around, as sticking around his bow-arm, downed the forearm, were of to covered, until, of varying more apart, were of to the kinds and of gently, passive snails.
        ...Nevertheless...to had retreated off away. Due, lacking over to the functions, of with dragons' forms, instead. As choiceless to been formed over the seas, and no lands. Thus, as it were not upon the seas, the Black Cage City of Spire, resulted caused made with to the dragons to believed worthy, into the forms that they had now very become—as the dragons... that had it had delayed in all their senses of the many, with upon to any lands. As revealed by to the lands, the dragons—accordingly, as what they to perceived, that, to the lands were no of equal, from comparing to their origins, as ones, upon the seas, of the Age of the Seas, Times, during... but, to had revealed within all the dragons instead as vulnerable from their places. Result would dazed in all the dragons into a state of momentarily, of a reattempting, their conscious, through their senses of the many, instead. But to secondary, instead, to sets the most worthy upon, out, out of all of the lands-reveal preys, only. Due dragons, to believed, if had the terrains not brought use to, into completely their own forms; such as, for their wings for flew seas and as such their hinds to cling bones on... then to therefore, choiceless—into a secondary of judgement, they were to consumed, at over the largest Unkin. Instead.
        For as thus it were why, with over this figure atop the spire, were of equipped (sighted, like an ant, to a dragon, as if spotted) and attached of many others, of the Animal Echelons Unkin, were had abled for the figure enough Time to have struck against the dragon, Paulgarnarr, exploiting in his idled delay to seeked worthy, instead, as they not morphed by the lands, proper, but of only of the seas and, for consuming the Great Sea Ones.
        So as the wolf to have halted, firmly, and on downed on its hinds... His soul-white eyes, to be watches into the back of this figure. From the figure, in a slightly be of hunched and in focus. And too sounding of the figure, as he were skinning with to the peeling of a knife in his rightly hand. Where after, of the gently snails.
        ...However, and more the wolf, along equip over a cover of anciently and stone-crease plates, to fit, and to actioned for mobility, over its golden furs. The plates, gloomy, and of shining, yet of scratches over its varying linked pieces, of out the many, each. And on lastly upon the wolf, to have equipped like an overbearing of a ring, like to six lopped heads, from off six, vague statues, of once completed depictions, from all each of the same...as the wolves' heads. Of all six of the heads, of around of its horns, that to had depicted out the jaws like bravery hisses. Of the six heads, aligning around together, as if they were to the catches of goring rows. Readying, then for charging, at any moment, if must the wolf needs to do.
        ...The wolf, to remaining to have watched into the back of this figure, peeling, still peeling...with, his knife.
        "... ...": ("No longer... I sense the presence of the Armour-Ride Shadow... The Greatbow...") The wolf to have said, to the figure. A lingering of confusion smallness—as anger, to had tugged within his spirited, and echoed voice, when to spoken of 'The Greatbow'...

The Traitor Protector, Longeye Greatbow Shadow (5 out of 5): The 'independent', of the shadows, the Black Cage City of Spire, whom defends against the whole shadows, of from the Teachings of the Lady...

        "... ...": (Still... ...still, I sense... sensing...of a scent... from in one's flesh, that is truly outer...") Groaned pained, the wolf in a slightness, to have said. In an observation, anticipation... as if to primed oneself in his place... until...all, only now, but to needed, awaited, for The Greatbow's grant when readied. Under, if to the most subtle of to tells, by upon this figure.
        "...What is it, to makes you returned from your hide, once more... Unkin." He had said.
        He, (The Greatbow) Longeye Greatbow Shadow, to have said. His voice, might, and of cynical, and in a sort, of wisely betrayal. But of yet, nonetheless—as betrayed... By the Origin Lady.
        "... ...": (And, Longeye, as he did not understand over the wolf's perceived voice, instead... but, to had gathered, from due to his returned, upped the top of this spire now as the wolf's fourth appearance, within the last halved hour here, before, for The Greatbow's presence.) Regardless, the wolf, he would continued. And, for said. ("And, too... I, sensing... ...of another... ...of in one's flesh... ...a scent... that of similar, from the Lady's... The Greatbow...") He had said. ("Yet, its scent... But there here, as three... Each... all, as truly outers...") And to said,
        In the wolf.
        However, yet at Longeye, but to continues to sound peeling, with a knife... into a fruit.
        The wolf, to remained through its gazed of twist horns and combined soul eyes, seating, like statue. Its body, if dormant and unknowing of the workings, from beneath its furs of gold. And, of dim golds.
        "... ..." ("...Allow I... to hunt for these three intruders, one then one...") Offered, the wolf, or, would a foreseeing of disappointment toward, for The Greatbow, be, he had thought. Allude, little churned the wolf's voice, within eagerly.
        That till now but for to the peeling to have halted in his hand. Over, the completed, over the peeling of a fruit. The fruit, of a blood orange.
        Till now as he would raised the blood orange within his hand, yet, and in a dullness of inspection. His helm, so as like an oversized ant, glaring within the binds and the strings of the fruit... waiting, and waiting...
        "Once more, you have returned." He had said, and to thought, now. Begun, in expressively. "There are two-thousand shadows, approximately, within this city." To had said, to explained, to the wolf and in a subtle of wonder, within, for himself. "Through, as the only way, they, will not pass here." He said. "Whoever it being you are sensing. Not even, the Shieldsteel, himself."
        Then, by as a fade of breezed winds, to had upped and to went, once more.
        To keeps glares within the fruit, then, he, to would say. "This defence... will be mine to confront, and, with the fit, alone." He to said. Now to calls, within voiced suddenly. "Return, hide." Expressed jaded, for yet hoping. "How, you had always have wanted... to had proven since.... Mustaghan." And he had said.
        Longeye, but remained glared into the fruit. That till now and then had after, and in a moment of closuring silences, why, to even to hearings in the snails' innards and to the flutters of to all the butterflies, that till now but to the lining of a singular streak of juice but began to had ran downed along of this blood orange.

Chapter 29: The Appearance of the Golden Guard