Online:Crafting Motifs 57, Chapter 4: Ebonshadow Bows
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You want to be beautiful. Beautiful, and whispering. Whispering, and dark. Dark, and beautiful, an whispering - with claws, such claws. You shall be cold, and sharp, and dark. You will be Ebonshadow.
You cannot rest, you can never rest, so you might as well craft. Craft arms for Her will, craft armor for Her machinations
It's cold to the touch, isn't it? Black ice. But your fingers don't slip. You grasp tight upon its ebony grip, and let the arrow fly. Piercing. It pierces right through the night, true. Quick. It pierces your enemy's flesh, and hot blood pours out. Hot against the icy arrow. Hot, but you remain cold.