Blackfeather Woods blackwater

The end of this thread was worked out with @Atshen’s player.

The cage of the Silencer’s limbs was oppressive — suffocating — and Coelacanth’s breast began to heave violently as her heart whipped into overdrive and her lungs fought against the viselike grip of panic. She felt the venom of his threat like a noxious, searing plume against the vulnerable curve of her throat and was certain she would die here in this cave — for she had tried to speak, knowing all the while she could not, and she had failed. He had seen her fail — and now he goaded her, baiting her to fail again! Shamed and desecrated, she issued a pleading whine, a thin shred of sound. “S-S-S — ” she attempted a second time, her teeth chattering with the force of her trembling — but it wasn’t enough. The Silencer’s cruel fangs drove forth, scoring pale, virginal flesh that was offered little protection from its thin cloak of feathery fur. He gripped the looser skin at the juncture of her shoulders and withers and lifted her bodily, giving her a rough shake. She screamed, though it was little more than a hot rush of air that emptied her lungs, and under the grip of her shock, terror, and pain, fainted.

There was something leonine about the way the pale-bellied behemoth toyed with his victim — he shook her again, attempting to elicit another one of those fascinating cries, but when she moved no more he lost interest and disappeared into the Wolfskull’s shadows.