Snippet #2745787

Contemplating his surroundings he tried to ascertain the time that had passed since his confinement. The foliage had grown a lot since then, so, decades then? What struck him as odd too, was that this land was once crawling with those accursed elves, and now, only the sounds of beasts and leaves echo the expanse of this forest. It wasn't like he missed them, nor their air of almighty pride, but it begged the question, aside from the cultists he had slain, what-

Thunk!

A pain suddenly comes to the back of his skull, slight as it was, it was enough to be annoying! He spun around with a hiss, his hair standing on ends like a feral cat, teeth baring, eyes aglow, hands held out like claws ready to strike, looking down at a stone that had bounced off his noggin and landed in the grass. Taking in a sharp deep breath, blowing out a plume of bluish fire, he brushed his hair back and regained his composure.

"Oh damn it all, even the earth itself rises up to strike me!" he yells, twirling his hands in the air, stopping as he heard something, a small cackle behind a tree no less. His brow furrowed and eyes narrowed as he snapped his head around. With a sudden burst of speed, he darted around the tree like streak, grabbing onto the base of the trunk and clung to it, peering around behind it. "I'm sure, however, the earth had some motivation from..!" his voice became deeper, his tone colder, but then he stopped, staring at the thing that has made light of him. With raised brow he grunts stepping down off from the tree and leaning over the fox creature. "What... is... this?"