Upon seeing Gorthroth feasting so well, Cersed's hunger for flesh was suddenly reawakened. Turning back to his wightish form he whirled towards the dwarf he had deecided upon earlier, waited till he turned and saw him, and, with a short laugh, touched him delicately on the arm and dodging as the axe whizzed over his smoky head, causing about as much damage as would a grain of dirt to the dwarf, except a tiny graze which dripped from a tiny welt of scarlet blood tinted with green. He watched, amusedatched, amused, as the dwarf crumpled and fell, a few at his sides rushing forward as though making to help. He ignored them, merely giving them icy stares any time they got too close...
The wight feasted well, savoring his meal and feeling utterly content. He dropped his victim after a while, standing up and looking around. He waved a hand to all who might see and swept out of the cavern into the corridors outside, the ones he knew so well...
[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]
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