Lord Mare

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Lord Mare was in his lair, really mad at his shadowmen failing to accomplish his objective.  He told them to build a machine that can make living things into his nightmares.  He wanted better, stronger nightmares on his force.  He has a giant Sharp-Wing, Circlesaurus’s, but his shadowmen were weak.  Exposure to bright light or one punch would kill them instantly.     The shadowmen around him backed up knowing how mad Lord Mare was.  They were always afraid when Mare seemed mad.  Mare stood still, looking down at the broken machine his shadowmen had made.  After a couple of long seconds, a single, brave shadowman walked up to him and tapped his shoulder.  He only had time to say “Uh” before Mare turned to face him with a shadowy aura that danced like a flame enveloping Mare’s body.  He lifted his right hand and made a flame of shadow in his hand and smashed it into the shadowman’s face.  The shadowman turned to a cloud of vanishing shadow.  Lord Mare looked around at all the other shadowmen.
“I want you to continue to successfully build another thingy that can make more of you guys.  If you fail, you’ve already seen what happens.”  
Mare left the purple lighted room, leaving the shadowmen standing completely still until he was gone from sight.

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