Cersed stormed down dark hall after dark hall, swiping aside orcs and men in fury. He could not bear to be like this, with no prey to have and Gorthroth acting like he was above them all...
Suddenly, he heard a noise. Excited once again by the idea of potential prey, Cersed switched quickly back into his man form, as he enjoyed confusing his victims, threw his pitch colored hair back, and stalked into teh cavern on his left, where the noise had come from. But the moment he saw what was going on, Cersed became his usual self once again, and rushed into the fray. It was that nasty wight, he could see, getting ready to fight Gorthroth. Of course, he disliked her intensely, but he could deal with her later. His hatred for the other wight was far more, and he came forward, standing next to Gaeriel, staring forward at the other's expression of contempt, and equalling it.
[ June 03, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]
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