[Darksheare]

*What's it gonna take, till my baby's alright?*
The vines twisted around slightly and hissed. The dog had just gone by and ... used the ground in an offensive manner! The ivy shudddered, mammals.. such disgusting creatures! The mailman came up the stoop humming to himself at the same moment that the ivy couldn't take it anymore.
Tendrils shot outward! Tearing and rending bone and sinew! Roots took hold and amid the crackle of bone, the ivy ate. A sudden thirst for the blood of moving creatures filled the ivy with rage. First, though, the dog must pay...

Yes, the dog must pay..

[Soaring Feather]

*What's it gonna take, till my baby's alright?*

What's it gonna take for me to cry, baby?
What's it gonna take to make me smile?
Tell ya what Baby, A little sugar in the mornin,
a little sugar in the night, a little sugar baby
is gonna make it alright.