(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

In a flash, I wrapped my arms around Annah's lithe form. Her eyes widened
in surprise, and before she could squirm free I wrapped my lips around the
nape of her neck, grazing my teeth along her firm, lily-white skin. I milked a
gasp out of her as my tongue raked along her flesh.
Annah tensed suddenly, and hissed. Pushing my shoulders and clawing like a
cat, she tore away from me. "I was only teasin' yeh, yeh scarred vampire!
L-l-leave off!" Despite her protestations, however, her face was flushed, and
she was breathing heavily. "An' watch yer mitts next time!" She crossed her
arms. "Yeh makin' me red, yeh are!"
Standing there sobered, I blushed. The air in these halls was colder than I
realized as they lapped the lingering warmth from my skin. "You bite me, I
bite you.," I grumbled. "If you don't like it, then don't DO it."
"I'll do what I please, so I will." Annah sneered; she still seemed to be a little
flushed. "Yeh jest keep your mitts offa me, yeh hear?"
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"So many skulls..." Annah sighed. She sounded a little louder than normal, a
little bolder, as if she were forcing her voice to sound casual. "An' he needs a
bone-box that's special. Like findin' a gem-speck in a desert."
"Surely a skull that would meet the Bone-Master's needs could be found in
these grim halls," Dak'kon intoned, running his hand along a coffin. A touch
of annoyance laced his voice. He knew that something had happened
between the two of us, and knew that that was why Annah and I
maneuvered to keep him between us, "Hundreds of the dead, each unique
among the rest."
"Aye, a hundred flavors of dust there are. Yeh jes don't know. All th' wealthy
bubbers have private tombs, some off-Sigil in th' Outer Planes. All that're
buried here are muddy Hivers an' lost souls."
I nodded with a grunt, trying to focus on the matter at hand. Reaching out
with the Stories-Bones-Tell discipline, I could hear the sigh of plebian pasts.
All the bones that lay here had struggled under common lives, and the old
creaks of that burden echoed through each body even after it lay down,
fatigued and weary for the only true rest these poor souls would ever find.
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