Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

Dreven was multipurpose like that. The Queen had sometimes liked games. She was a queer creature and he had been unsure often what was going to happen. Were he to resist what she wanted, it was usually back to the pit, and Dreven hated the pit. Neverending darkness, sadness. So many wolves down there. He wasn't even certain how she had dug it. Perhaps it had always been there. Bodies after bodies, those eating others, babies born from god all kinds of things. Dreven probably had babies down there. She was gone now. All were gone, flames had done their job and the few that managed to get away. They were long gone.

Dreven didn't fear death. He had faced it too many times. Cloaked in shadows. Oppressive, but peace. There had been a sense of peace. But she always brought him back from the brink. Not wanting to lose her pet.

The warrior laughed. And Dreven listened. It was not a full bodied laugh. But it was a start.

There is a quiet curiosity, to the other's persual, but Dreven doesn't move. He is well aware of his condition, and the effect it had on others. But what they didn't know were the things he could do. That was when he ensnared them, because he had been taught much to early how to please. 

The shadow kissed man studied his face as he spoke. Dreven kept his eyes on him, there was no challenge there only open curiosity as the same with the other.

.Dreven will wait for his turn to eat. He did not kill the doe, so this Malacath 
get's first bite.

Dreven lowers red eyes again, half-lidded, listening lazily to the other speak. He hears what he is saying. I haven't. Just got here.