Hector- Blood

Hector hung in the air, held tight in the long black arms of some creature that was suspended from the cavern’s ceiling. The beast was upside down. Its thin fingers with bony knuckles reminded Vega of the spindly legs of a spider crab. He could see the bald white dome of its skull against Hector’s neck, its face buried in his throat, the Boarlord’s head lolling to one side. The glassy clinking sound came from the magister’s satchel, which still hung around his shoulder, banging against his hip as his legs and feet trembled in the air above the rushing tide.

Vega raised up his hands to grab at Hector’s shoulder. Instantly the beast raised its head, still upside-down, revealing its hideous visage with a hiss. Its waxy skin was stretched over its smooth skull, enlarged black eyes narrowing at the Sharklord’s interruption. The lower portion of its head was dedicated to a maw of sharp, splintered teeth that ran red with the Boarlord’s blood. Vega recoiled, the wound bubbling at Hector’s neck.

“Hector!” cried the Sharklord, as the creature screeched something unintelligible.

“No, Vega,” said Hector, his voice weak, body trembling spasmodically in the monster’s embrace.

B3 P3 C5