Foran smiled in the darkness and knew the smell was stale. Blood was everywhere, on him, around everything smell would be useless with the wonderful odor of life fluid around him. The elf hadn't answered him which meant she was either dead or suddenly he was not the hunter.<br/><br/>The smell and sight meant they were on even playing, she couldn't see or smell him and he could not see or smell her. Hearing a creak in the floorboards the smile turning in a grin of pure insanity his eyes were wide and he chuckled a little. The echo from wall to wall covered him as he sunk into the darkness and moved from where he had once stood.<br/><br/>She would have very little of an idea where he was, he simple put his back against a wall and got down on all fours in a ready to pounce position. He might be against a wall but in his mind Foran was still in charge. Maybe saying Foran was wasn't the right thing to say. Right now it was his insticts who was on top, Reason was a small white noise at the back of the beasts skull. Like a Fox and Rabbit sharing a body the fox wanted to hunt while the Rabbit wanted to flee, Somewhere inbetween the two was what was left to Foran. Though at this point he had roped tied to his arms and legs and was being forced to watch through his eyes while Fox and Rabbit fought over who would be the dominate thought pattern.<br/><br/>What was Fox saying right now? He was saying to hunt, to kill, to tear and rape. Foran could only agree and he waited. The Elf had to move sooner or later and he was in the perfect position to take her on. Though he dared not reach for his swords, the sound of metal through air would be like ringing a dinner bell at this point.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>