The Haunted Forest RPG

Grunting, his bonds loosen slightly. This is enough for him, as he changes into a snake, his limbs shrink through the loosened wraps, falling to the floor. Gathering up into a coil, he turns and strikes at the nearest guard, sinking his long fangs into the place where your neck and shoulder join, injecting a large dose of neurotoxic poison, enough to kill an elephant. He brings his coils up and around his prey, pinning his arms to his sides, and squeezing the air out of his lungs.
The other guard slashes at Zahir nervously.
 
Ezria can smell the fear in the air, he breathes deeply, savouring the moment. The sound of the struggle excites him, and he pulls at his bindings, shouting loudly as the rope digs into his skin. There's a loud ripping sound as he tears himself free, blood trickling down his sleeves. He pulls himself up, filling his lungs with air and letting out a long, grumbling growl. His senses are heightened now and he does not need his eyes to find the guards neck, grabbing him roughly round the throat and slamming him hard against the wall.
 
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Ezria can smell the fear in the air, he breathes deeply, savouring the moment. The sound of the struggle excites him, and he pulls at his bindings, shouting loudly as the rope digs into his skin. There's a loud ripping sound as he tears himself free, blood trickling down his sleeves. He pulls himself up, filling his lungs with air and letting out a long, grumbling growl. His senses are heightened now and he does not need his eyes to find the guards neck, grabbing him roughly round the throat and slamming him hard against the wall.
The guard struggles slightly, but is soon killed.
 
Zahir pulls his fangs from his victim, a gash across his side. It isn't deep, but it sure burns like crazy. Giving one last squeeze, he starts to release his hold on his prey, as the poison takes hold.
 
Ezria feels the life draining from the knight and grins, holding him in his grasp until his body falls limp. He lets him fall to the ground and then steps back, wiping the spit from his lip.
 
"Well, Ezria, now that dark Knight has seen his last days. It's definitely personal at this point. Did you get his scent? Will you be able to track that obnoxious monster?" Hisses Zahir. Each word drips venomously from his tounge. He is very angry at being taken prisoner. " I will remove that grin from his face. And I suspect you would like the honors of separating his head from his body?"
 
"Got his scent all right." He spits, rubbing his nose with his knuckles. "He's gone upstairs, we'll wait." He focuses on the girls scent, keeping his wrath warm for Revan's return.
 
Ezria's ears prick when the cellar door opens. There's five new scents. He makes a hushing sound and moves into the corner, making himself as small as possible.
 

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