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Urthwhyte's sleep was tainted by the hatred of Parishio. Not only was the pain in his physical form but upon his mental form as well.
Urthwhyte was chained against a thick stone slab, the rusted chains clanked as he tried to stand. A swirling black mass surrounded the area as nothing could be seen but darkness. Fortunately Urthwhyte's keen hearing and smell allowed him to identify something a few feet from him. "Show yourself!" He barked his anger and fear melding as one. A cruel laughing began to flood the astral space around him, as if the being was all around him. "You made a mistake you foolish cur," it said abruptly, the laugh continued at a fainter tone.
Urthwhyte knew what was going on, Urthwhyte knew he had broken the treaty of life that he had signed so many years ago. In a state of rage and sadness Urthwhyte has found his wife's killers and he had made them pay, he had made them pay dearly. The cost of such a thing however was his own life. Urthwhyte had accepted death when he left to seek revenge and yet, now that he was at the gates of death he feared the outcome. The gates were black and mean covered in the bones of that of which it had absorbed. As a black pull began to draw Urthwhyte to the gates he felt a reassuring hand on his shoulder and a whisper blacker than night spoke to him, "Care to make a deal?"

Juta began to grow restless in his black sleep. Deciding that sleep wasn't any fun anymore Juta began to slowly awake from his sleep. All he could see was a large white figure laying next to him. Realizing that it was his "Watcha", as he put it, Juta crawled over to Urthwhyte and wraped his arm around him. Juta's eyes blasted open as his arm felt a warm sticky liquid. With a startled cry Juta rolled away from Urthwhyte his mind recalling what the figure said to him. "Juta sorry, Juta no mean killa urf!" Curling into a ball Juta began to mutter hysterically and cry as he stared at his arm covered with the blood of his friend. "Juta no mean killa urf!"