Pravus Zambrano
The Festering Wound
Serenno
En route to Dooku's Palace, Serenno City
Large eyes, unnaturally forced into the frame of his sockets, peered upwards from the passenger seat of the topless speeder. Robes, ornate and sanctified in all their whimsical colors, fluttered in a symphonic rhythm with his long greasy black hair. With flesh the sickly color of jaundice olive, he looked down at the eldritch diary. Licking his fingers, he shook his head as he continued to turn the page."Ooop, turn left!" He screamed, high shrill voice carrying an eerie tone through the high winds. With a visage that could have been carved with a manic knife, jagged in all the right places, he leered up towards the driver. Eyes, blackened if not for the bilious illumination with every passing overhead lamp of fluorescent green, dripped venom and judgment. "What has gotten into you?!? Was I not loud enough for you to hear?" He leaned over, close enough to whisper into the rotting ears of his driver. "Should I ask you like this?"
"This road...we are headed towards damnation."
Frustrated, he plopped back down in his seat. Flipping the book over for his driver to see, he pointed towards the comical drawing of Serenno City. "No! See!?! We are headed towards the Borgin Castle! If I wanted to go to the Borgin Castle, I would have said 'Darron, drive me to the Borgin Castle' and you would have said something stupid like 'we are all lost.'" His voice changed to a deep melancholy tone, before resuming the pinnacle of all oration. "And then we would have gone to the Borgin Castle!" He smacked the dash of the speeder with his book. "Honestly, I have to assume you are both deaf and blind!"
"I will walk through Hell this way. Blind...and deaf."
Pravus pressed all five of his bony fingers against the wrinkles of a furrowed brow, sighing heavily. "Is this about her?" His bulbous eyes darted towards the shrunken head of the woman, dangling from a tether that was suspended from the rear view mirror.
"I wanted to save her from you." Darron admitted as such, milky white eyes looking towards traffic. He spoke and dribbled from lips that were peeling upwards, exposing missing teeth and decaying gums. Even half a nostril was gone now.
"We have gone over this." Flabbergasted, Pravus gestured towards the jostling head. "I thought you were making eyes at her! She was a gift!"
"You killed her."
"Noooo..." Pravus stopped, leaning over the passenger door as he caught the wake of wind. "Well, yes. Okay, I did. But not at first Darron, not at first!" A finger wagged at the driver, dismissively. But then...an unearthly smile crawled across his face like the slow eruption of methane from the filmy surface of a forgotten moor. "First, we enjoyed our time together." He perked up. "But then, then I killed her. And then..."
"I know. I saw everything. You force-"
"I shrunk her head." He held his two hands apart, fingers outstretched, as he slowly urged the tips together in jagged maneuver. Smiling warmly, his hand flung out towards the left. "Here, Darron! Here! Turn!"
And nothing. Except the slight smile of a ghoul as he drove. And Pravus baring his teeth, propping an elbow up on the door of the speeder. "You know it wasn't really sorcery. It was more like...cooking. I even put essential oils on her, just for you Darron. Even though...you can't really smell anything." Pravus giggled as the speeder cruised down the thoroughfare.
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