Snippet #2675304

"Anansi, you've got to get away from him. Convince your mother to execute him, or to throw him out, far away. Just don't let him stay there." Roland pleaded. "We've captured him before, no cell can hold him. Somehow he always finds a way out."

Roland wasn't sure how he knew to do this, but somehow he knew he could. He focused on the memories, the dreamscape around them twisted to reveal a series of cells. There was no conspicuous sign of damage, yet it was obvious they'd been broken out of from the inside.

"Everytime he let us capture him. It was to find another hideout, and then somehow he'd get out and kill the guards. He leaves a path of destruction everywhere he goes, Anansi. Please, if he hurt you, I..." Roland stopped short, unsure of his next words. What did he feel, exactly?

"Faeries sleep amidst the trees..."

Griffin's gruff voice carried throughout the chamber. His dirty face was covered in fresh silver, his tongue lewdly licking his lips as it dripped down his face. His oddly handsome features were twisted with a feral pleasure, his eyes dilating wildly as he raised a blade above his head.

"Wings all fluttering amidst the breeze." There a sickening sound of crunching bone and severing tendons as he swung it down. The blade was of Fae made, and had been seized from a guard. The same who now lay quivering on the ground, on the verge of passing out from pain as his blood drained rapidly from severed limbs. Griffin held up his freshly severed arm. The Faery was too weak to scream anymore. He showed it too him as he died, and moved on another, who crawled desperately away.

"But one Fae lies anxious, wide awake. Fearing all manner of man, dogs, and sword. For her, sleep has flown and she trembles alone."

He drove the seized blade down into the guard's back, severing his spine and ceasing his suffering. Wrenching the blade free, Griffin continued to a set of stairs, following them up out of the dungeon chamber. He drug his free hand along the stone wall, leaving a trail of silver blood in his wake. He made no effort to disguise his presence, singing loud and clear.

"For the Butcher, heartless and cold. Paid in silver and gold. He comes, he'll go, leave naught behind but heartache and woe."

A flit of movement caught his eye. His pupils dilated, instantly catching the Fae in swift flight. A gleam of light off a silver blade. Griffin parried it swiftly, pushing the blade to the side and letting it slip across the flat of his sword. He drove the pommel past the other's guard, smashing the Fae's nose flat. Throwing out his arm, he pinned the Fae's sword arm to the stairway wall, and drew his own blade slowly across the guard's throat. He grinned as Feary blood sprayed out, pumped by a rapidly beating heart.

Leaning in, he sensually let his tongue hang out, catching some of the droplets upon it. Staring into the fading eyes of the Fae, he continued.

"For the Butcher, cold and bold. Paid in silver and gold. He'll chop and slice you, gut and dice you, eat you up whole..." He let the dying creature drop, rolling down the staircase as he continued up, his tune finished. "Little Day Girl... Where, oh where are you?" He muttered to himself. His eyes gazed over, the darkness around him swirling up from the depths as he reached out, searching for her bright essence.