Thread: Bound [Sethron and Sigr]

Fire brightened the creepy ceiling, illuminating the unnatural thicket, casting shadows on the trees that mocked human form by twisting it. Ezer looked everywhere, watchful for traces of movement anywhere. Only the crackle and sizzle of the fire were breaking the silence, Ezer moved slowly sword in hand, pulling a dagger with his left one in case he needed it. A shadow of movement to his right caught his attention, striking with the sword before even seeing what had he sliced. It looked like a human corpse, long dead before he had thrust his sword in, looking desiccated and empty. The ghastly creature had appeared from one of those trees, breaking through the carbonized bark. The trees! Ezer warned Navie, as more and more of their surfaces cracked and broke, letting go of the creatures they were shaped and nurtured with, victims of the witch in both life and death. Ezer wasted one, two, wondering if their souls would get rest now that their shriveled forms were gone, dust in his weapon. The dagger on his left hand found a new home in the head of a third one, making him shiver and crumble. They were no worthy foes, just a poisonous distraction. Paying attention at how Navie was doing, that it was way better than he would care to admit, he saw the feather fickle, pointing that the witch was moving down a tree. That creature, a she if one wanted to call her for the woman the witch once was, looked like a humanoid spider, a centaur-like being with the oversized body of a spider instead of a horse, what some elves called a Drider, but Ezer couldn't care any less about their academic categories. It was a monster and it had to be killed. The spider body appeared partially charred, a sign that Navie had done a good work with the webs, but their foe was far from beaten. Ezer approached the monster slowly, the sounds of battle as Navie took care of the zombies from the trees. The creature still moved, syncopated motions telling that maybe the fire had done a greater job than he expected. Even then, Ezer wasn't one to lower his guard, and in a swift motion he covered the last yards separating them, beheading the creature in one swing. The body fell like a puppet without strings, as that was what it precisely was, spilling thousands of little spiders as it burst, crawling around to safety. If that was just a decoy then... Navie! Ezer tried to warn, hurriedly going back to his companion, lowering his guard for a fatal moment. A couple of arms appeared from a tree, but they didn't belong to any undead, as they were shapely and feminine, embracing him against the bark. Their form betrayed what strength they had, as Ezer had trouble to budge. I thought you didn't mind what happened to the dragon, little soldier a female husky voice sounded behind her from the insides of the tree. I've been watching you two long before my swamp... Ezer was trying to grab a dagger from his leg with his left hand, wincing when he felt a needling pain in his right shoulder, the black haired witch biting him deep. Mmm... I can taste it... she cooed, Ezer taking a peek at her deceptively young face, those piercing green eyes. The warrior averted his eyes, as those emerald orbs threatened to poison him as much as the swamp could do. It's still here... the struggle, the war... the witch licked the wound. So many dead brethren... and one of them was special, right? Another little soldier... she cackled, every word a mockery. Ezer almost had it, if he managed to grab the dagger he would be able to use it, as his sword arm was not only trapped, but feeling more and more numb every second since she had bitter his shoulder. I can feel the monster the war made, the roaring beast trapped inside you, venting though words and words alone... the witch continued to taunt him. Let it play, let it quench its hunger... Ezer could feel the witch rest her forehead against the back of his head, while she muttered words that no doubt were arcane in nature. Finally grasping the dagger, he managed to stab it backwards, causing the witch to howl her pain, releasing Ezer. He could see the doubt on her face as she limped out of the tree, her form shrouded in shadows. For a moment she looked in the direction Ezer had left Navie, noticing that the sounds of battle were over, and as a could of smoke, she whisked away. Ezer was in no shape of chasing her into what it could be a trap, as he barely felt the fingers of his right hand when the sword fell from them, clanging against the ground. But that wasn't all, whatever the witch had done, it felt like a beast clawing at his insides, biting and eating him piece by piece. The process seemed to halt, maybe the curse was incomplete, but Ezer felt colder and colder, his vision blackening and blurring, Navie's colorful hair the last thing he saw before passing out to the ground. At least the dragon boy was fine, he thought before falling into the black.