Dragoncrest Cliffs dead men tell no tales

aye... she had fight in her. it filled his blood up with an icky hotness, that spread from limb to limb, from bone to bone, from nerve to nerve. he was alight with the passion! did she not see how in love he was?! that he acted with such vigor to possess her from a twisted corner of his dark, malevolent heart?!

nay, that made even him laugh.

while murkwood danced to the tune of their own making, crowell did the same. he was here for one thing, the one thing captain said he could have: her. she was his reward! and he would have her. he would have her, and he would have whatever spawn she would grow in her belly.

the future of his lineage. cruel, ambitious, and strong.

there only stood one thing in his way, and here he came. crowell had heard his loud pawsteps, his heavy breathing, and had not been too entranced toying with chani to defend. he had leant down, snatched her by the scruff and hauled her up, wheeling backwards with her in teeth. she was his shield. when pepper comes crashing, it is into the both of them and she takes the most of the blow, much to crowell's amusement. it is heard with the clacking of his teeth, the wet, gurgling laughter caught between.

it is by that time he picks up only a small measure of what nox has been shouting about, and only comprehends one thing: we'll kill.

he is on his feet, tail lashing like a flag of war, teeth chattering with excitement. oye, ye fat fuck! crowell dances forwards, eyes full of bloodlust, saliva stretching from tooth to tooth when his jaws unhinge and he goes straight for the throat of the old fucker.