Emberwood wondered, then, what freedom meant

quick note, the thread needs to exceed or hit 10 posts to be allowed as trade thread, if that's okay!

The flittering yet unkempt fae was attempting to flee the impending orc, content to slay her frail little body and use her ever expensive and flowing magi ofr his own greed. The shivers of anticipation shook him, moved him! Self control was a fickle thing of the past — the hunt was all that mattered! A flash of fangs, not yet! The ashen bard only cackled like the ones portrayed by the devil when he realized hell could provide well for him, and so would deplorable human souls — !
to kill or not to kill; there was no need of that inquiry here! The mercenaire would rip this little thing to shreds need be! They were done when agility of that lightened frame failed them and were subject to the chill of the snow ridden surface! 

It was no secret he would deeply regret this later, after pondering these events, not allowed to sleep, his disgusting actions would not let him rest for moons perhaps, he was the same awful image of his mother. He did not care for life now, he was only concerned with tenderly carving into flesh.
A flash of fangs, screams of the brown fae, he tongue weaved and his breath hitched on the smell of her blood and the feelign of — the feeling of victory! Triumph! Their neck was but a myriad of his bloody work, let them rot in the snow! The male sniffed as he kicked a veil of snow over the wounds, just to mix into the pain and shock.
"Hello, little coyote," he snarled, standing over them, spitting, hissing. "What brings you here?"