Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25038310-20160405011238/@comment-7203512-20160521181744

(Collab post of me and Dragon.)

A flood of thoughts raced in Hawksly's head as he slowly limped underneath Jehanna's wintry shadow. Gazing indifferently into the thick shroud of mist, tightly holding the bleeding wound and growling with his every step, he raised his shuddering head to glimpse at the looming towers.

''Kill... feed... HUNGRY!!!''

''NO! Please stop it... I can't take this!!''

''Then eat!!! Attack him!!!''

''NO!! I c-can't!!''

FEEED!!!!

Jericho glanced upon Aelwin's sickly flesh, but that did not stop the Redguard's frenzy. Blinded by desire, his blood boiling, he advanced towards the young lad, voices of madness calling upon him, ringing in his cranium like a church bell. Once another whisper, building up into a raging scream of animal hunger, echoed in his head, Jericho lost control. Enraged and tortured by his curse, he made a few steps towards Aelwin. The lad, unaware of  the Redguard's twisted intentions, furrowed his brow as he slowly retreated, his hand placed on the hilt in case things go awry. Jericho's gaze of ravenousness left Hawksly in dismay; the lad slowly pulled out his blade but stopped halfway, in hopes that the latter would listen to his conscience and not the corrupting voice of hunger. Yet Jericho was too weak to resist the temptation, visions of flesh and blood flashing before his eyes; he lunged at the young Breton furiously, trying to land his teeth into Aelwin's neck, a myriad of voices echoing in his head as if approving of Jericho's attack.Hawksly uttered a muffled scream. Having drawn the sword, he made an effort at thrusting the blade into the madman's abdomen, but Jericho was quick to disarm the lad before getting pushed away. Aelwin leapt towards his sword, but he was afraid to such an extent that the uncontrollable seizures of his hands made him unable to take hold of the hilt. Young Hawksly turned around to face a hard kick in the chest from the raving adversary. The Redguard then pulled Aelwin's hair and grabbed him by his pauldrons. The foretaste was irresistible, and not even the mightiest of spells could banish Jericho's bloodthirst. He then stretched Aelwin's neck to finally bite off some of the flesh, yet Hawksly made an attempt at gouging the Redguard's eyes out. Holding his face as tightly as he could, Aelwin tried to push it away from his neck, screaming for help, but Jericho was stronger. Way stronger.

The veil of mist was dispelled. Hawksly's already blurry vision got befouled by his own blood splash, as everything slowly went black. He could only hear the loud chewing, the bloodcurdling screams, and the sound of his skin ripping off. Choking on his own blood as it filled his throat and mouth, the next thing he could see was Jericho kneeling, his hands and mouth bloodstained, broken in tears, surrounded by other Undead. He grabbed his neck, numb fingers running across the open wound, as a horde of eerie whispers called out to the young Breton. His soul was being pulled into death's stone-cold embrace, yet he did not utter a single cry. Neither did he feel the pain.

Everything went black.

(As per Alador's request, Part III ends here.)