Run together, like birds of a feather
We howl like wild beasts
We howl like wild beasts
Erd awoke to the sound of muffled laughter and the sweet scent of jasmine incense. Turquoise eyes blinked open slowly as he gradually lifted his head, looking around at the room that he very specifically remembered not falling asleep in. Where was he?
The four walls of the moderate room were just that; average in size. There was no discernable factor as to explain where he was or why he was there, but… This was not the Dusk Court. That much he knew. Silks and tapestries hung against the walls as though in decoration. A few various trinkets decorated the sparsely placed table tops, lavish cushions meant for lounging spread throughout the room.
Pulling his legs closer to his chest, the pale warlock took a moment to collect himself and try to stop the frantic beating of his heart, the rising fear that slowly crawled its way up his throat. He couldn’t panic. Panicking would do nothing but potentially get him hurt, and then… His eyes closed, his breath stalling.
Ard.
Gods, how long has it been? Was Ard alright? Was he safe? The thought of his younger brother terrified and frantic, left all alone in Terratella twisted his heart in the worst way. He needed to get out of here and get back to him before Ard did something drastic.
Outside of the walls, the faint laughter continued. Whoever found something so very funny was a distance away, but still hearing it caused his pulse to race. Erd thought back to the woman he had encountered in Terrastella, and realized that he had been played like a fool. She had batted her pretty eyes at him and played the innocent victim card, asking if he would be so kind as to take him back to Denocte only to… To what? What had happened? He recalled pulling the little boat up onto shore, moving to assist the red woman, and then… Nothing.
“You really did it now, Erd,” he grumbled to himself, trying to shake off the last of the cloudiness that plagued his mind and proceeded to ever so slowly unfurl his thin legs, pushing himself up to his full height. “Focus. C’mon. Ard needs you.” His legs wobbled unsteadily for a moment, his vision swimming with an intense bout of vertigo, but eventually it passed.
He took one unsteady step towards the door on the far end of the room, then another, until the dizziness faded and he could move with lithe silence. It was a good thing he was so small and nimble, his lack of size allowing him to move around the room with catlike grace… With his heart pounding in his throat he tried the door, cursing softly to find it locked. Why? Why was he locked in this room? Where the hell was he?!
Backing up from the door, the grey warlock gave a soft, muffled scream between his very teeth. He spun, frantically searching for some means of escaping, the panic beginning to take hold. No, no, no… He needed to get to Ard! Why was he here?!
Open for anyone in the Scarab! Manon brought Erd back to Denocte to hold him prisoner, believing that he held some form of information she wanted. :D
