Shoemowetochawcawe smiled. The priest and his new angel friend were making the funniest sounds, clearing their throats and growling, growing impatient. It's not like he was wasting time, however. He was going as fast as he could. Every cocoon in here needed to be opened and searched in case one of them contained some unfortunate soul who had been tasked with hiding one of the "special wands." The holy duo had even agreed this needed to be done. It wasn't as if he was just looting the dead, or gawking at their mummified bodies.
...staring at the preserved yet consumed corpses...
...seeing their faces; withered grotesque masks of horror. Did they feel pain in their silk coffins as their life was sucked away? Or were they in a venom-filled timeless fog? Every mouth was open in a silent scream, but was this from the draining, or the initial pain of the paralyzing sting? What if he found one that had been prepared but never --
*COUGH COUGH COUGH*
Shoemowetochawcawe smiled.
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