RP:Kuzial Gets Some Tail
Deeper into the Forest
From this very spot, you can literally see nothing but trees and bushes, tainted by the corruption of shadow. The pale violet moon radiates nothing here, especially since it gave off no light to begin with. The soft wind blows slightly against you, letting the ice cold air wash over your flesh, lifting the hairs on your arms. Despite the desolation of this place, a pyre of woven roots and branches as been risen. Atop it, wrapped with loving care, lies the body of Rhian. Unexpectedly, a myriad of flowers that could be found all over the lands, rings the funeral pyre, lending a welcome perfume to the chill air. Homage of the platform's builder to the beauty of the life held in its cradle.
Kuzial stalks through the trees like an eldritch spirit, making less noise than even the most stealthy of the deformed animals which prowl these malevolent woods. Held tight in one hand is a drow-made crossbow; bolt ready to fire and laced as ever with the insidious sleeping poison of the dark elves. His other hand holds a slender dagger; curved like a crescent moon, it's razor sharp and in the hands of the skilled former weaponmaster of House Stavret, it has been used to peel the skin of many an elf, especially during the war between the surface and Underdark cousins. But like all his weapons no sign of its dark past mark its perfection. He is callous, cruel, evil and malicious, but Kuzial loves his weapons like a druid loves flowers, like a bard loves sweet song. For they are the tools of his art, and this particular dark elf is a master almost without compare.
Daisy is such a beacon of light in that forest, kneeling down there by some bushes. Even the creepiest of spiders give her some space! That bright mop of blonde hair is kind of scary to all that fog and web and drearyness that is these woods. Maybe the forest doesn't know what to make of her. That is probably it. Scary things are meant to be in scary places and this little kitten isn't so very scary at all! So there she is, humming softly to herself as she carefully plucks a strange fruit from its plant and places said fruit into a medium sized basket. Well. Medium to you. Next to the kitten, it is kind of large.
Kuzial can feel the subtle differences in the forest; the silence of insistent insects, the lack of scuttling feet or slithering bodies... something is close. For most this may be cause for alarm, but not this drow. A smile forms on his ebon face, exposing teeth that seem to be filed into vicious, demonic points... though no filing changed the warrior... it was a necromancer and her damn betrayal, or saving; he's not quite yet sure. He crouches low as he begins to move, flicking the distance in between trees without disturbing even the leaves on the ground. And he sees her... but it is far from what he expected. A small kitten picking fruit... in this forsaken, damned, unholy and malevolent place. A silent snarl washes away his smile quickly, before he begins to move even closer. Born in a place of constant betrayal, of lies woven into lies, where the only truth is what you make it, what you force it to be, he doesn't take the kitten at face value. He sees a ruse; paranoid, perhaps, but the most dangerous weapon in a fight is making yourself seem less strong than you are, and this is what he expects as he creeps ever closer...
Daisy has absolutely no idea she is being stalked. Not because she isn't paying attention. She always pays attention! Especially when she comes here. Here happens to be one of the more dangerous places to wander alone, but a girl has to do what she has to do to get the things she wants! Even if that means tramping through spiderwebs to get it. Ew. What is so important, kitten? Those fruits? Can't just grow them on your own, can you. Things like these don't just thrive wherever you shove a seed into the ground. No, you have to come here where the soil and air is just a little darker for such things. For the curious: She is picking strawberries the size of oranges that are the color of plums. Peculiar, right? Right!
Kuzial is thinking that every part of the kitten is peculiar... too peculiar. There can be no light in this forest, he would not allow it. It mirrored the darkness in his unbeating heart... he needed this forsaken place; a reminder that he alone does not walk the roads of damnation. With a languid grace lost in the gloom of the trees and the perpetual night of Vailkrin's skies he raises his crossbow and without needing to aim prepares to fire the bolt into the kitten's back... but he senses more than sees that the two are not quite alone. There is something coming, something the dark elf knew would come - the foolish kitten was a beacon to any who stalk the night. With a snarl, the first betrayal that he is even there, he curses the woman. He has little desire to face what is coming alone, so he would trust this is not all a ruse to destroy him. Without pause he steps boldly out and speaks in a euphonious voice that does not carry far on the gloomy air. "I do hope you are as good at cutting off heads as you are at pulling out fruits, for death approaches." With that said the drow drops a globe of darkness over them both at the same moment he snaps up his dagger, deflecting a small throwing knife that was aimed at his chest. And then it comes: Riding on the back of a rotting horse that fills the air with the tangible sensation of decay, a wraithen rider gallops into the area; a corrupted and forsaken former knight who betrayed the light to serve Vuryal. A large sword is swing in one direction, which Kuzial manages to evade by bending awkwardly backward, before its momentum carries the blade up and over, the second strike aimed at Daisy, its intention to behead her in the darkness... for like Kuzial, it needs little light to hunt... none who dwell in this place do.
Daisy can't just be beheaded out of nowhere! What a terrible ending that would be. That voice actually startles her a bit. How did he get so close? Who is he? You know he had something pointed at you, kitten. If that approaching death doesn't kill you both, this drow is probably going to kill you after. Good thing you already found your fruit. "I get by." She turns, barely able to snatch up one of the berries from her basket before it is sliced in half by that wraithy swing. You can get another basket, kitten! Eat the damn fruit! Little feet circle around the rider while she very quickly consumes the strawberry. Get behind it! Aaahhh. Those two might need very little light to hunt, but how much light does one need to see something that vanishes? The kitten: She's invisible. Her footsteps stop. Her breathing is calmed. Be still, heart.... be still.
Kuzial snarls again as his apparent ally grows silent and still. He should have shot her in the back then killed the rider. Regret is always fleeting with the drow, though... he could always just kill her after. With that thought bringing comfort to the psychotic dark elf, he begins to move rapidly forward. The deceased and decaying horse is indication enough of where the drow's opponent rests and so he begins to move quickly forward, switching direction quickly to keep it confused, moving until he's ready to come up behind it.. ready to drive his dagger into its neck. He raises the weapon before leaping forth... right into Daisy. He trips forward, stumbling beneath the feet of the horse which begins to flail its hooves down, trying to kill the drow beneath it. Without pause Kuzial sits up and drives his dagger into its stomach. Muscles tense as he begins to tear the blade down, cutting through flesh with arrogant ease, until all of a sudden he is covered head to toe in the beast's entrails which flop noisly onto him. It is enough to send the horse falling to the side, and only then does the drow speak again in common, his voice harsh with the words of command. "Then get by its head and cut off!" The wraithen rider is trying to free itself form the horse's rapidly rotting re-corpse (that's what you call something that's been killed twice, isn't it?) while Kuzial struggles to remove enough of the muck from himself to be able to properly move again. He does show enough foresight to pull out a large dagger and throw it beside Daisy, though... he would hope she is smart enough to use it.
Daisy still manages to get in the way. What luck for the drow, right? He is going to be so mad at you when this is over! One could argue that - there is no time for arguing right now. Pick up that dagger, pay attention, and help out for now. Oh gross. Guts and gore everywhere. Good thing the druid isn't bothered by such things. The weapon is snatched up and held in both tiny paws. She doesn't have to bother with being quiet since everyone else is making so much noise. Is it really bad to kill a guy who was going to kill you in the first place? No questions! Do it! That invisible druid brings the borrowed dagger down on that wraith's throat. Considering her terrible weapon skills and absolutely zero strength, several swings will have to be taken.
Kuzial clears enough of the disgusting filth from his body to be able to stand. He dismisses the globe of darkness as he hears the first sound of blade meeting damned flesh and watches through a glowing eye - his vision having switched spectrums so he sees now by heat instead of light - with a sort of sadistic glee as Daisy drives the dagger into the throat of the creation of the Time Lord. Once... then again... a third time. Kuzial is sure it is dead and now it was time to deal with the kitten. He steps quickly forward and brings his hand around in a vicious slap aimed at Daisy's face, apparently uncaring of the dagger she has in her hand. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you one piece at a time, whore? Tell me why?!" His last words are a scream as his tenuous grip on sanity begins to slip further, changing his mood as quickly as Frostmaw changes weather... that is to say, he goes from being cold to even colder in a moment. Without taking his single scarlet gaze from the druid he pulls from his side his engraved morningstar with the hand that once held the crossbow, the weapon having been discarded during the brief fight. He wanted nothing more than to step over the corpse and smash the bitch's head into a thousand tiny pieces, and that thought causes an ugly smile to form on an unnaturally handsome face. He swings the weapon to his side almost casually as he continues to stare at Daisy, hoping her answer is weak and pathetic so he can end her life as quick as she ended the former slave of Vuryal's...
Daisy holds the dagger limply at her side once the deed is done, panting heavily from adrenaline and actually having to exert herself for something other than pleasure. She looks up just in time to see... or feel, rather... that hand send her backwards with an uncontrollable cry from unexpected assault! You know that whimper girls do when they're slapped. Oh like you didn't know he was going to be pissed. What you don't know is how does he see you? There on the forest floor, she looks at her paw. The dagger was dropped over there - don't lunge for it! Breathe. Just. Yes. Breathe. And answer him already. "I think it doesn't matter what I say." Oh god. Cheeky and you can't even use your cute. She stands up, brushing forestry from her dress before lifting her chin to look at him again. Gonna have a black eye tomorrow, if you're still alive. "You'll kill me if you want to." Paws fold in front of her and there is a swish of her tail. Maybe it is a good thing your eyes are lowered. You're good, but not that good.
Kuzial was oblivious to the fact she was invisible; his gaze seeing nothing but waves of heat coming from her, an obvious scarlet light against the gloomy blues and greys of the surrounding malignant forest. It is a gift all drow possess and a natural instict of theirs' in combat... it's harder to hide with body-heat giving you away. Her whimper means nothing to a drow who cannot begin to understand pity, he has no notion of the suffering others may feel beside the fact that it's a source of pleasure to inflict the pain that causes it. "Pathetic as I thought." He swings the morningstar in front of his body, using its weight to stretch the muscles in his shoulders and back. "If you have no reason to continue drawing breath, then I have no reason not to kill you. Such is life." The ironies of his last words are lost on the drow. He wanted to see the expression on her face, the terror that would be smashed to pieces. So just as he steps quickly forward to swing his weapon the light in his eye dies, switching as it does back to the normal spectrum of light... and as quick as he does the druid vanishes. Startled, Kuzial goes into a crouch, ears keen for any sound as his whispering voice fills the air. "Clever...clever... but not clever enough... speak, bitch, and I promise it'll be quick..."
Daisy has thousands of reasons to live! None of which will interest this drow, of course. The morningstar is felt, more than seen, its weight displacing the thick air around them. Of course he'd smash her to bits. That thing is bigger than her head! You need something like that. Druid heals are tricky. She braces herself for the blow. Running is useless. Oh fight for once, will you? She lifts a paw and -Oh! It worked. No. You didn't do anything, stupid. He just can't see you anymore for some reason. Distract. Then put some distance between you. She says nothing while a thorny bush behind the drow hauls back and snaps towards his rear end. Even if it misses, she still has a bit of distraction to put a tree between the two of them. Oh, where is her unicorn?! "I'm plenty useful, you know."
Kuzial snarls for a third time as the thorny bush slams into his backside, stabbing into the flesh. Was she toying with him? Is this how far his fine reputation has fallen since he withdrew to the Underdark to plan the death of those few who sit above him? He feels his feral anger rising within, even as the forest itself seems to rise to protect Daisy. But he didn't care. He'd not care if there were a thousand warriors armed with swords standing between himself and his prey. There wasn't a force on Hollow strong enough to stop him... at least in his own mind. He twists, then, quickly using the morningstar to push down on the thorns, before he reaches out, drops his small dagger and wraps a arm around the plant. He cares nothing for the wounds the thorns cause in his hand as he rips it out of the ground before hurling it to the side. "God damn druids..." If there was one thing (there's not, there's thousands) that Kuzial hates it is those tree-hugging nature-freaks. With his arm still free he pulls yet another dagger from a hidden sheathe about his body, before slowly spinning in a circle. He listens, he senses... however he does it, it works; for in a moment he turns to the right and hurls his dagger with all his strength. It stabs into the tree Daisy was behind, before Kuzial speaks again. "Uses? I asked why you should live while I rot in this corpse... There is nothing you can do for me but die slowly and painfully..." That said, he begins to move quickly forward, setting out for the tree Daisy was behind, getting ready to smash that head from her shoulders...
Daisy should really speak before she moves. At least make his hunt -challenging- the tiniest of bits. "Not that I imagine someone like yourself needs healing. I bet you win all your battles. The dangerous ones, anyway. Perhaps there is information only someone such as myself can fetch for you?" He isn't going to fall for your compliments. "You don't seem to be rotting to me." Damnit, girl! The drow stalking to kill you is not sexy. Move! Those feet of hers pitter almost silently to another tree not so far away. Aw, that poor thorn bush over there all ripped from the ground. All the easier to manipulate it. Roots spread and dig into the earth. Branches thicken and make a stalkeee out of the stalking drow. Maybe it is no match for his morningstar, but she has to do something
Kuzial is entirely uncertain whether or not he is being mocked, which to the drow is the exact same as if he were being made a fool out of. There is good logic to that somewhere... better safe than sorry. At first he doesn't reply, instead he scuffles a foot to the right of the tree, before twisting around quickly to the left. He swings his morningstar with ferocious strength, but swears as all it does is strike against the thick tree, sending a shower of leaves and bark raining down onto his already gore-soaked body. With a grunt he pulls the head of the morningstar out of the plant, and idly hopes that it dies because of what he did. He continues onward, hunting her again, though not switching his gaze back to the spectrum of heat... that was becoming harder as his body changed with the curse Tenebrae gave him. "Almost... almost... I can smell your fear, idiot... it's like the scent..." He spins then and smashes another tree - not the one Daisy hid behind, but one a little closer. "... of the finest wine... I can taste it, whore... your death in the air... You can do me one thing... you can scream..." In silence he pulls the crossbow Kirien gave him out of his belt; the last crossbow he carried, before he plans his little trap. With almost casual disregard he throws the morningstar to the right of the tree he is sure she hides behind, before he drops down, waits but a moment, then fires the crossbow to the left - hoping she fled that way... hoping the bolt, which was shot low, doesn't kill her... that was a pleasure Kuzial wanted to make last as long as possible...
Daisy's bottom lip pokes out with a little pout. Why do they always resort to name calling? She is quite smart and sure she spends time in Rynvale, but that doesn't make her a whore. Her fear is another story though. It is easy to calm the heartbeat and keep your body free of nervous ticks, but the scent? How does one smell fear? Maybe it is a sweat thing. Ah, that has to be it. Bluh! Felines don't sweat! Maybe you are an idiot. "A favor for you? Well. You did so kindly save me from the wraith. It is only fair that I pay you back." She glances to the thrown morningstar and does indeed run left. It does indeedy take good aim to hit an invisible moving target. She has just enough time to send that stalking brush at Kuzial before the bolt slices right through the meaty part of her thigh. Luckily it misses her bone, but the pain sends her stumbling to the ground. She does indeed scream for him. That scream makes the brush move faster, twisting and grabbing for the drow's limbs if only to hold him back to give her an extra moment to herself before he kills her.
Kuzial swears lyrically in the ancient drow tongue as his brief enjoyment when blood stains the ground from the invisible kitten as she screams is snuffed out by having the thorny bush begin to wrap around him. Crouched as he was, he was caught almost unaware and within moments is held back by twisting limbs and vicious sharp thorns. It even goes as far as to wrap around his throat, which switches his usually euphonious voice to one that is guttural. "You... will need more than petty plants to stop me, iblith," A drow and altogether racist word. "You.. will die." Muscles all about his body begin to stretch as he tests his strength against the plant's own. He struggles, thorns stabbing into his flesh like a thousand tiny knives. But he cannot yet be free. "The... more you run... the longer you suffer..." Is about all he can manage as he continues to battle against the plant, slowly winning his freedom even at the cost of formerly unmarked ebon skin...
Daisy isn't affected by his name calling anymore. She is sitting there on the ground with her paws wrapped around her thigh. Concentrate, kitten. The bolt went right through. You have the lillith seeds. Use one. Quickly. You've pissed the drow off something good by now and that brush won't hold him long. "I can't concentrate with all your babbling! Could you please be quiet for once?" The fruit wears off and he can see her now, just in time to catch that glare in his direction. What is this? Sweet daisy with venom in her voice? Ah, she'll apologize later I'm sure. For now, one of those seeds is retrieved from her bag and shoved into the gaping hole in her leg then covered with a paw. Druid heals in action, right here! Thousands of needle-esque roots shoot through her muscles, mending and sewing the gash as fast as she can send them. It would be faster if she wasn't dealing with the pain of having just been shot in the leg! "Jerk..." It only takes a minute for the sewing to work, but she is far from healed. Only patched up. A neon-green patch covers the wound that still throbs. The kitten tries to stand up, but her one leg can't really be moved yet. A few words that would make a sailor blush are muttered from those sweet lips as she looks for something that can be used as a crutch.
Kuzial is straining against the plant when Daisy appears again before him, and the look she gives him causes a smile to form on his face... a dark, sadistic smile. It was a great weapon, was anger... evil... for it spreads so fast... like a forest fire... Just briefly Kuzial contemplates just that: Using his soulstone insignia to set this whole damn forest on fire, just to spite her. But he doesn't... he was enraged, psychotic, but not yet suicidal. With a final grunt of effort he tears through the twisted branches that hold his right hand. In a moment it has a small knife clutched tight (how many knives and daggers does he have? Enough to shame a small army). Without care he begins to hack at the plant, cutting away those latching tendrils, ensuring this time the tree was dead. He stands with languid grace, before turning and spitting onto the leaves, "First the wraith, then the plant, finally the ugly little beast... a fine day." There is zero conviction in his words... Kuzial doesn't have 'fine' days, but they are spoken anyway, before he begins to move again towards Daisy, the knife held ready... Like a stalking tiger he prowls, his senses alert for any other cunning tricks, but his eye... that never leaves her face. He wanted to remember it clearly, for he knew he would be the last person to ever see it.
Daisy finds a convenient branch there just right for someone of her height to use for a walking stick. That is just the way things go around here. She feels her plant's destruction before she sees it. Ugly beast? Is someone else out here with them? He's talking about you, kitten. You did tell him to shut up and you did call him a jerk. Using the stick, she pushes herself up to a stand. If that is what you want to call that slumped-over, mess of a feline. She takes a breath and lets out a whistle while watching Kuzial stalk closer. Fear keeps her in that spot. Fear swishes her tail and twitches her whiskers and flattens her ears to her head. Though there is no fear in her eyes as she lifts them to meet his. "My name is Daisy." He won't care for your name. I bet he scoffs and comments on how fitting it is. They all do that too. "I apologize for saying mean things to you and calling you names." Fear makes people do strange things. She smiles kindly then. "Do you want me to heal your wounds before I die?" She gestures to the places those thorns marred his skin. Off in the distance, if you pay attention and listen close, hoofprints can be heard.
Kuzial stops stalking when he is but a pace away from Daisy... close enough that all he needs do is step forward and he'd be in range for some stabbery... his favourite past-time. "No wonder you grew up to be a tree hugging freak, with such a stupid name. Were your parents perhaps related to each other?" For a moment he contemplates simply stepping forward and killing her, before some vague notion of forestry laws springs to his mind. "For what it's worth, which is far more than -you- are worth, I am Kuzial Stavret, Patron of House Stavret, Slayer of Conelius Von Penzance, Slayer of the former ruler of Vailkrin.. that swamp pixie, Ginger. I defeated the elves strongest weapon in Sage.. their druid Rikailin. I bested the sworn sword of Satoshi, I faced her idiot husband blade to blade... I have killed from Rynvale to Venturil... and soon I shall add this forest to my list." He offers her a short bow, as manners would dictate, before he prepares to step forward and stab his knife through her chest; words about healing him completely ignored, it seems. An obvious ruse in the drow's mind. But before he can cover that distance he hears the hoofprints. His senses are very fine, honed in the lightless depths of Trist'Oth, and he cocks his head to the side for just one moment, before fixing Daisy with the coldest stare she'd have ever seen. "More of your friends to die, I hope? They can watch you die." He would wait, then. Confident he could kill her, but not wanting to waste such a death on a forest that cares little for such things... much better to share the sight with those who love her most.
Daisy allows him to have his little jab at her. Mostly because she doesn't have feelings for parents she never knew and mostly because it isn't like she could run anyway. He goes on to brag about that great list of great names, only recognizing one while sure they must be worth mentioning if he is bothering mentioning them at all. That smile of hers shifts to a smirk. "It is as if you are five years old, showing mother a new trick while shouting 'look what I can do' at her." If you're gonna go out, might as well keep your head up while you do it. Right? "I am honored to be on that list of such great people. I must be worth more than I know." Her ears lift with a turn of her head just then. No. Not friends. Friend. A stygian unicorn pony, to be exact. Snoozle! It leaps over the demolished pile of thornyness and slides between the drow and her master. Horn out, the pony steps back and forth between the pair, snorting and stomping and bobbing her head.
Kuzial has had enough of her words. And that smirk, it was all too much for him. He swears long and loud, which is enough time for the unicorn to begin pacing between them, before he sets his gaze again upon Daisy. "You are worth nothing, except perhaps if I skin you alive and sell your coat to a cold beggar. Might get a bent copper coin." Before those words can even die out, Kuzial erupts forward. He takes a quick step towards the unicorn in an attempt to entice it into lunging at him, before he spins quickly around to the right; his footwork is perfect, it keeps him ever in balance. He uses his own body as the quick visual block to disguise him drawing out the E' et-Nilah Blade from its enchanted sheathe, before completes the spin. His dagger is sent in a wild slash that was aimed close to Daisy's face, before he follows up the attack with his true one: The now silent - its malicious sentience was banished - sword follows through with a vicious cross-down attack, aiming to cut into Daisy's shoulder and split her in half. He makes himself open to riposte from the unicorn, but he cares nothing for this, just as he cares nothing for the blood that pours from his mutilated flesh, mixing so easily with the filth from the decaying horse's insides...
Daisy has no more time for being mouthy. Kuzial is quick and efficient and able to kill her in all the most disturbing ways. Luckily for her, the unicorn doesn't lunge forward towards the drow. Oh no. She backs up in a kitten-scooping manner, bumping the feline away from that dagger to her face! Fwew! Furry arms immediately latch around the unicorn's neck and hold on tight. Snoozle takes off running, but isn't fast enough to keep the E' et-Nilah from coming down on Daisy's tail a foot from where that tail meets her body. It glides through in the hot-knife-and-butter clicheishly way. She screams for him again. The unicorn stops twenty feet away so she can snort at the drow one last time. Daisy can only stare at her tail there on the forest floor. Better than her head, she supposes. "I don't hate you," the druid breathes out. Good luck to you, Kuzial. She smiles in that disgustingly sweet way she does.
Kuzial feels that surging of savage joy when his despicable blade slices through flesh so easily. There is no other sensation like it. His joy is tempered, though, by the fact she is still alive. Nevertheless, he wastes little time in bending down and picking up the tail. As she speaks her words he looks at her, before flashing back a beautific smile, despite the filth covering him. Slowly, oh so slowly, he lifts up her tail and tears a chunk out of it with his viciously sharp teeth. He goes about chewing noisily, before gulping down the bloody dinner. Only then would he reply, "You don't even taste good..." This doesn't stop him from biting into the flesh again, though this time he doesn't wait to swallow before speaking. "I.."omnomnom".. care nothing if you hate me. I will kill you, bitch, one piece at a time." He waves the remnants of the tail at her in a grisly display of drow cruelty. "And even though you taste worse than the eyes of a illithid, I will nevertheless enjoy cutting you apart and eating you piece by piece... and then, whore, I will cut the legs from that horny horse of yours and throw it into a river... do you hear me?!" He bites one last time into the tail, before hurling the rest onto the ground at his feet. "You will suffer!"
Daisy watches in horror as her beautiful tail is... Seriously? He is eating your tail and you just sit there like a... No. Seriously. No. I will slap you myself if you don't... Right. The feline sits up on Snoozle's back and pets a paw over her stub of a tail to seal the wound. Too bad she's not a lizardkitten. "I don't even know what an illithid is." She jerks her chin up in a snooty manner, but her heart is still mortified that he is just eating her tail. If she didn't hate him before, she does now. Too bad she doesn't know any good drow insults. Speaking of, she doesn't know many insults anyway, let alone drowish ones. "Well... You smell nice!" Is that the kind of thing you say to a bad guy? It works I suppose.
Kuzial snorts in disgust at the kitten, before he begins to rack and cough. Over and over his body shudders, sending globules of blood and gore in every direction, until finally he coughs up a ball of fur. God damn kittens! He spits it onto the ground beside him, before turning his back on the woman and stalking off. In a few moments the sounds of scuttling can be heard as insects and beasts alike flee from the drow's wrath. He makes his noisy way back towards the town of Vailkrin, there he will begin to heal his wounds and plan his coming revenge on Daisy... this was not over... she would die beneath his swords, like the rest of these surface dwelling idiots...
Daisy hopes he can hear her giggling. She really does. Silly drow. Don't you know you can't just eat fur? She slumps on Snoozle, wrapping her arms around the unipony's neck. "Thank you, friend."