Feral

Brenton roared in fury throwing himself into his human form his roar continued in his human throat. He threw himself down the halls searching. Delyn raced toward him.

"Where is she?" He shouted voice harsh with fury.

"I heard her yell from the hot spring, so I raced there, but there was nothing. Lord, how could he breach our defenses so easily?" Delyn asked breathlessly.

"I would very much like to know that as well. I would also like to know why you failed me yet again. You will be punished for this. If she dies I will kill you for this." Brenton snarled racing to the hot spring. He felt magic like a fowl stench burning his nose. The acrid smell permeated from the room like it was tainted. He halted his steps several feet from the door sniffing. Brenton moved forward more cautiously hand out in front of him feeling the air. Behind him Delyn drew his blade ready to cover his master's back despite his threat to kill him. Brenton sighed he really couldn't blame the Drake if he himself was bested. Delyn was not adept with magic, and couldn't sense it as well as he could. The dark clung to the room despite the nature light of lava pools that lay in the recesses of the room. Brenton scowled, and tried to clear the inky blackness with a wave of his hand. Nothing happened, Brenton raised his eyebrow in curiosity and probed the dark. It was more like a blight than a spell the light was eaten away by the dark. He scowled at the room trying to think. His mind was clouded with anger, and his thoughts had become primal. He needed to kill, to bite, to claw his foe. He paused the dark was making him think like a feral beast. He slowly turned away from the room making his movements slow, and deliberate. Behind him Delyn was coiled like a snake his tail scraping the stones in agitation. He scaled muzzle inches from Brenton's face his mouth set into a snarl. Brenton had only a split second to dive out of the way before Delyn tried to bite off his head. The Shade had sprung his trap.