Sugar Plum Faeries

[None So Blind]

closed to hreark

The heady scent of earth filled his nose. The drow stopped for a moment, earth packed deep under his nails, and breathed in. The damp soil was heavenly, and through it, a touch of rose. The brier clusters hadn't been too far, though the shift in wind had kept the heavenly scent away until now. Under the tone of floral perfection, another scent was impeding. It was full of blood and evil, dancing with sweet camphor and pure choking flame. Before he could whirl around, one dirty hand reaching for his blades, his face was smothered. The world went dark as it began to spin too fast, and he fell. The last he remembered was a giggling, dancing silhouette that faded to fast to truly be seen.

When he awoke, he could barely make out the room. All Kor could see was fur. Angry, giant fur.

[Hreark Lorespinner]

Huge, angry, and furry, the Lorespinner crouched over his dark-skinned cellmate, claws and fangs bared as he growled in hunger. In the deep dark of the room, the only light from a tiny barred window, high in its steel wall, glistened off of his yellowed teeth. He coiled himself to strike, licking at his peeled lips lasciviously.

Hreark had been in this ferrous cave for days, with no outside contact. No visit from the warden, if there was one in this foul prison. Though the gnoll's ears pricked up occasionally at the sound of hoofbeats and the general bustle of a small city, there had been no sign he could see on the road, level with the window. And most importantly, as he saw it, no food since his capture.

When he woke this day, he found another prisoner had been dumped in with him, and his starvation-addled mind immediately leaped to the conclusion that feeding time had arrived at last. Horrible and thick saliva dripped down and apparently roused his prey, as it stirred and opened its amber eyes to stare in shock at him.

The hunter lunged bodily at his prey, seizing his last opportunity, dark nails scything toward the dark elf. To his dismay, the effort was not rewarded, as the elf seemed to slide across the cold floor, pulled by his own shadow, out of Hreark's reach. Startled, his snout slammed harshly against the hard steel floor, inciting a sharp bark of surprise and pain.