23rd of Winter, 511 AV
Dhani of all types are bloodthirsty hunters. They are deadly, quick, and strong, with great cunning and intelligence, all which make them perfect killing machines.
Of course, you'd never know it watching Sasin.
"Keep on moving." Sasin rolled his eyes, and winced as he was prodded with a spear. He had gone out for a meal, and ended up captured by slavers. He had only managed to kill one. One! Now he had five slavers marching him back to their camp.
His hands were tied behind his back, he had one guard with a sword drawn besides him, one man was up in front, and the others were in single file behind him.
This was not his finest moment.
"I hate slavers." Sasin muttered to himself. "I really, really hate slavers."
"Less talking, more moving." Sasin turned to fix the thug with a glare.
"I will eat your family. Swallow them live. Feet first. Maybe they can tell you what me digesting them feels like." The others simply laughed, but the one behind him growled.
"You already killed my brother." Sasin smiled grimly.
"So you won't mind if we turn back so I can eat him? I feel like having a light snack." The thug lunged at him, and was pulled back by his companions. Taking advantage of the distraction, Sasin swept his tail at his guard, knocking the man off balance, and ran like a maniac.
He could hear them cursing and chasing after him. Normally, Sasin would have been able to escape with no problems, but he was cut in several places, ached everywhere, and was frozen half to death.
He stumbled, nearly crashing into a tree, and stopped to catch his breath.
"Petch."