He closed his eyes, trying to think of a way out of this blocked-off hallway that didn’t involve firing hexes at anything before him. Instinctively, his mind, overactive already from the fighting, reached out in search of death. He felt it, distantly, along with the hazy nothingness that the vampires around him gave off. It made his headache infinitely worse, and he grimaced, wishing only for it to end.
What in the…?
His eyes snapped open and locked onto the blood-soaked… thing before him. What had that been? That… resonance? The aura emitting from the man was like nothing Vyrl had ever felt before in his life. He was not dead -- he couldn’t be. Was he alive?
Vyrl felt his mouth open slightly, and snapped it shut, eyes locked on the battle now, mind reeling with possibilities. Whatever this man was, he was no ordinary creature, and with his luck, Lia would be slaughtering him any moment now. Was there a way to stop this? To save him, return him to captivity? The thought bordered on treasonous, but Vyrl’s desire to understand his Ancient Foe momentarily outweighed his desire to avoid it.
Working on instinct alone, Vyrl attempted to cast out a shadow of influence towards the figure. He was not sure what he was trying to accomplish -- to take control of it? To communicate? To see if it would respond at all to the gaze of an accomplished necromancer, he supposed.
Can you hear me?
he sent out, not having any idea what would become of the idea.
The undead bird of prey began trembling on his shoulder; it could feel the intensity of his gaze, and was understandably uncomfortable. He did not care. He needed to know what was happening before him.
If Lia killed him -- if
any
of them killed him -- he doubted he would let them live it down for the rest of eternity.
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