"What're we looking for again? A drow?"
"Yes,"
"You have plenty of drow though..."
"Not like this one... He's a special drow."
Calenthir huddled amongst the undergrowth at the edge of the forest. His hand clutched the stone engraved with his family's tribe, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the man carrying the torch that surveyed the area. Another elf was nearby, voice raspy and bouncing off the trees as he called. The drow hunched down further, shielding his eyes from the harsh flame.
He didn't know why they were after him, but he knew it wasn't for anything good. He took a deep breath, free hand holding a single dagger in case things got ugly.
"There!"
He flinched, looking over to his right to see the wind-hardened elf pointing in his direction.
"No use praying anymore dark one." The man approached, and the patchy elf stood proudly, towering over the human.
"If I go willingly will you cause no harm?" His silky voice remained monotone, giving nothing away as he tried to hide his bandaged ribs. No need to show them he was injured past his hand.
The man laughed, seemingly unfazed by the size difference Calenthir had over him, and a quick glance to the strange elf told him why. The other fae had another half a foot to him.
A sharp pain stabbed Calenthir's neck, and he resisted the urge to call out, his feet staggered to catch his balance, but everything went black and he fell down in a heap.
"Yes,"
"You have plenty of drow though..."
"Not like this one... He's a special drow."
Calenthir huddled amongst the undergrowth at the edge of the forest. His hand clutched the stone engraved with his family's tribe, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the man carrying the torch that surveyed the area. Another elf was nearby, voice raspy and bouncing off the trees as he called. The drow hunched down further, shielding his eyes from the harsh flame.
He didn't know why they were after him, but he knew it wasn't for anything good. He took a deep breath, free hand holding a single dagger in case things got ugly.
"There!"
He flinched, looking over to his right to see the wind-hardened elf pointing in his direction.
"No use praying anymore dark one." The man approached, and the patchy elf stood proudly, towering over the human.
"If I go willingly will you cause no harm?" His silky voice remained monotone, giving nothing away as he tried to hide his bandaged ribs. No need to show them he was injured past his hand.
The man laughed, seemingly unfazed by the size difference Calenthir had over him, and a quick glance to the strange elf told him why. The other fae had another half a foot to him.
A sharp pain stabbed Calenthir's neck, and he resisted the urge to call out, his feet staggered to catch his balance, but everything went black and he fell down in a heap.
- Woo! Finally working on his actual backstory, this baby had it a bit rough I'll be honest :'3
He never really gets a break either s oo o o
Surge don't yeet me
