>>6064014>>6064079>>6064322>>6064416https://files.catbox.moe/gl5cv9.mp3“I see you there!” you shouted, lifting your vambraces to shield your chin and throat. “Who are you?!”
The shadow flickered across the ceiling, wavering and changing before melting into the larger darkness. From there, a figure swooped downwards, guided by a fierce wind behind its bat-like wings.
“Who” —he breathed in— “am I?” he said, breathing out, plunging onto the rough-hewn prison floor, his landing stirring the sludge that filled the crevices between the stones.
“That’s the question … I will be asking!”
He rose, his wings as expansive as Miranna’s, though of a different look: leathery and webbed, stretching out like murky, weather-beaten drapes. They covered you like a roof, their jagged veins pulsing as if filled with scalding blood. His eyes burned were aglow with unsettling, red refulgence, his appearance distinctly male.
“Who” —again, he inhaled— “are you?” he ended, the final words leaving as he exhaled.
His face was pale, and his fangs, hooked and sharp, grazed his lower lip, trembling with apparent hunger.
You stepped back, tilting your head to align his silhouette with the slit in your helmet’s visor.
“What were you” —he questioned, his breaths punctuating his speech— “sent here for?” he finished, continuing to draw breath in the middle of his sentences.
You could discern a steel coat of mail and a blood-red chainmail, peeking beneath the armour, with cloth-wrapped wrists and a white featureless tabard, as well as padded leggings with iron platting, and hobnailed boots.
“For theft? Or for damage? Disobedience? Or maybe, disrespect?” he said, his voice raising as he brandished a heavy, curved one-handed axe lined with serrated, tooth-like edges. He gripped the bone-wrapped hilt, his fingers clenching around it.
“I don’t really care … at long last … I have someone to watch over!"
> Tell the demon vampire that you are here with the Nettle Harpy, so he best back off.> Apologise, it seems like you made the wrong turn, you were searching for the Grub Hug.> Slam his head with the top of your horned helm, and then see where will that lead you. > [Write In] 