Eshgore hissed, as he rubbed his large horns hard against a Fir tree, marking his trail as he moved in towards the Elementals. His eye sockets may be empty but he saw everything. "Where are those magic wolves.."He grumbled in the gruff voice that sounded like a thousand ghosts. He moved swiftly around the forest, making trees that were worthy of marks for his journey. Eshgore sang, as he progressed into the forest.
Lords and Ladies,
Sing with me
Lords and Ladies,
They drown in the sea.
Mountains in the North,
Deserts in the South,
Dying slowly,
Do not arouse.
Eshgore chuckled, but then slowly sighed, his blood thirst growing and burning his muscled throat and he growled in annoyance."That damned Death, making me do what thy had wished."He smacked a heavy clawed paw on the ground.
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