Snippet #1856689

From the shadows the man known as Zanven watched. His form was crouched, hidden. A smirk found unto his pale lips. A soft shake of his cranium, black locks found themselves swishing side-to-side. Eyes finding themselves upon the ground. Himself perched on a unknown position, continuing to watch. Making a move only when he felt the need to do so. " Pitiful humans and their inability to confine such a wench.". His form continueing to have found himself upon the perched area. The male's behind the girl, shouting obsene slanderings of the female. All heard was " DIRTY WENCH, ILL GET YOU AND RAPE YOU. YOU'LL BE SORRY I SWEAR TO YOU YOU'LL BE SORRY. " A smirk, finding this rather funny. He, however had no part in this escapade that lay across his visage.

Finding that if he could capture the girl, he could hold her for some random money. Thusly the male lifted his boots, lithely launching himself off the undisclosed position. Small clanks of the crosses that lay to attack the sides of his boots with small clanks. Eyes found and honed the girl, deeply having her within his visage. Allowing the cloak he doned to have incircle the girl. His form had created a darken cicular dome that had quickly consumed the female's entire format.

His hands launched, grabbing ahold of the female's arms pulling them behind her and kept them interlocked; much like a police officer would incarurate a felon. He was obviously much larger then she was, and more built for something. A girl, just small and weak and helpless. This had buffled a laugh from his chest. A smirk laid still across his lips-even though the scent of the girl was repulsive. Her touch, send tiny eletric shocks up hisbody making him want to throw her aside and remove himself from her presence. He couldn't stomach the girl, hating human life as if it meant nothing to him. As if he wasn't human once.

Quickly tying the female's hands together, and shrouding her visage with a satchel. He took off running to the east, the unmatched sprint of his form left the three bumbling idiots in a wake of confusion. His body was moving fast, yet he remained rather calmly suited for something of a spring picture. Several miles within the vilage's form, nearest the outer land of the southern domain. The male stopped the sprint, throwing the female off to the tree. Knocking her against it, and allowing her to fall.

Sitting down, the male watched. A knee upward, arched whilst the other leg lay forward normally. A sigh, shaking his head." Now, why in the HELL did I capture some filthy wench. I should;ve let them capture her, and rape her. That would've been fun to watch." His eyes bore, cold and caculated upon the female whom would squirm upon the ground which she lay. He got up, dusting off the cloak to which consumed his identity. Only taking several strides-Having been a few meters away from her form where he had thrown her. Getting up, he took ahold of the clothing and ripped it upward effectively taking ahold of her.

She dangled some inches from the ground, as he spoke" Wench, thy name!" A disemboweled smirk formed upon his lips, his facial expressiont hat of sadistic delight. The girl, meant for nothing but sex, and slavery; to which he honed completely. But she was utterly repulsive, as if she came into this world only to disgust him. For him to be completely and utterly in hate for the girl. He was beside himself in curiousity, of course. But this, would not have been shared with someone he had just met. Though..Those to live to hear his tales, soon had been his breakfest.

His form came across a bit more, not keeping the girl locked against a tree. The satchel, still concealing her visage. But if anything, if she did know how to keep ahold of her senses. The obvious sounds of the tree's swaying in the wind, the small animals scurrying across the ground. Crackling of twigs being trampled on-She'd know that they were in the woods. Where? I have no doubt she'd not know. However, his village-rather the village to where he has stayed for many centuries was not a mystery to him. Places found, hidden, rejected by the world. These, were the key areas to where he had lay dormat for now.

But this time, now he hadn't. For some reason he had scaled the city looking for something-A scent. Why? The male was completely confused.