Erich sat up against the back wall of a dark and musty prison cell, his arms reached out against the wall with chains binding him into place. Every time he tried to move the metal clinked slightly and he realized it was to no avail. He had been stripped of his armor and his mask and given rags. He had been captured, and taken to this hole. In truth he actually had no idea where he was, they had knocked him unconscious while transporting him. If he had to guess however, he would have said the Citadel that loomed over the main part of the city, that seemed the most likely place to take a prisoner.
The Garhoon looked up for a second as a person passed by. A guard with a relaxed stance walked by his cell, and then for a few seconds watched Erich. The Garhoon looked at the man, staring intently. He could see the mans veins, his heartbeat, everything that made him function. Erich saw it all, and it made him...hungry.
He had been here for almost two weeks now, held within this cell and chained to the wall. Oh they tried to feed him, giving him bread, vegetables, and once even meat. Of course it wasn't what Erich craved, it wasn't what he needed. He needed to feed on them, the guards, the prisoners, anything alive would do. The Garhoon was beginning to lose control, he was growing hungry. He had to escape soon, had to kill, had to eat. Erich was starving, it was like a billion needles stuck into his skin at all times, it was torture in its greatest form.
He wouldn't die either, a lack of sustenance wouldn't kill him. It would only bring more and more pain. The Garhoon scowled at the guard, his curved teeth showing. The man recoiled, and then left Erich's sight. Every single urge within his body told him he needed to kill, that he needed to escape.
Quietly he began to pull at the chains, hoping to bend or break them. He needed to escape, and soon.
The Garhoon looked up for a second as a person passed by. A guard with a relaxed stance walked by his cell, and then for a few seconds watched Erich. The Garhoon looked at the man, staring intently. He could see the mans veins, his heartbeat, everything that made him function. Erich saw it all, and it made him...hungry.
He had been here for almost two weeks now, held within this cell and chained to the wall. Oh they tried to feed him, giving him bread, vegetables, and once even meat. Of course it wasn't what Erich craved, it wasn't what he needed. He needed to feed on them, the guards, the prisoners, anything alive would do. The Garhoon was beginning to lose control, he was growing hungry. He had to escape soon, had to kill, had to eat. Erich was starving, it was like a billion needles stuck into his skin at all times, it was torture in its greatest form.
He wouldn't die either, a lack of sustenance wouldn't kill him. It would only bring more and more pain. The Garhoon scowled at the guard, his curved teeth showing. The man recoiled, and then left Erich's sight. Every single urge within his body told him he needed to kill, that he needed to escape.
Quietly he began to pull at the chains, hoping to bend or break them. He needed to escape, and soon.