The elf felt the tight grip on his shoulder his eyes wide with fear and humiliation he was roughly turned around and a painful blow landed on his ass. He stumbled forwards and fell face first into the mud tears stinging his eyes as he struggled to turn himself over. He could feel the welt already forming on his backside from the force of the blow. He managed to turn himself over and glared over to the child,<span style="font-weight: bold">"You'll pay for this! YOU'LL BOTH PAY FOR THIS!"</span>He screamed out scrambling to his feet, turning and running away.<br/><br/>The startling cry that had sounded during the encounter earlier wit the two folks came again only now it was louder. The cry itself was now audible only it may not be understandable to many for it's words were hidden amongst a thousand screaming voices. The harsh sounds of dying and fear covering the underlying words<span style="color: #BF0000">"Rise to the Night, Die to feed my Blood. BURN. IT. MUST. ALL. BURN!"</span>the sound didn't sound spoken in the way most speak. It sounded more like a hiss or gurgle from a throat unused to making such noise. The ground shook again with the power of the cry.  Causing a small earthquake to develop through the town.<br/><br/>Azior backed away from the wagon towards the Inn his eyes opened wide as more than just the spoken words hit the child's sense. His whole body began to shake. Light flames danced across his skin. Just like earlier the boy didn't appear all human anymore. A faint hint of his other self-showed through. The boys mouth opened and words that did not sound like his own came forth.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Release me from my prison cell mortals, or face my wrath!"</span><br/><br/>Azior's eyes rolled up into his head and he crumbled to the pavement limp as a rag doll. The fire went out on his skin and he barely appeared to be breathing. His skin paled to a sickly white and sweat covered his face. He did not move, as darkness took him under.