<blockquote><div><cite>xblurp wrote:</cite>The first Drone walked out from the darkness as it prowled closer towards the weird looking creature.It didn't smell to fresh,but meat was meat, so it didn't matter.As it came closer to him,it's pack of brethren began to move about the area trying to enclose a circle around him.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Steadily Turin took out an arrow from underneath his cloak that was dipped in poison and placed it in his bow. In the gloom of the forest Turin's eyes began to make strange shapes out of everything he looked at. A tree appeared to change into a giant's head, a cloud looked like a drifting ghost, and a small tuft of grass took the shape of a hedgepig that seemed to crawl through the wood. Turin stared into the darkness. Then froze. The darkness was staring back at him!<br/>There in the glade, just several feet away from him, five pairs of bright red eyes were gazing back at him. Turin felt the palms of his hands begin to sweat as sudden panic gripped him tightly. He dared not move for fear that they would see him. Even at such a close distance, he could not make out any shape of the creatures, just red staring eyes.<br/>Turin aimed the arrow directly at the head of the largest creature. He took in a slow and silent breath. He was terrified. A voice inside his head screamed,<span style="font-style: italic">Release the arrow!</span>He was unable to move, rigid with fear, petrified as a statue.<br/>The voice screamed at him again.<span style="font-style: italic">Release the arrow!</span><br/>Again he could not move. The weight of the bow began to tug against his hand as if it was being pulled from his grip. All Turin wanted to do was run and scream. He knew he would get only five paces before being caught. He knew that if he moved his hand or lowered the bow, the creatures would hear him. Turin summoned every ounce of strength to hold the bow in front of him. He could feel the muscles in his arm begin to ache, the pain reaching from the tips of his fingers to his shoulders. He wanted to leave, he wanted to go home. Again a voice cried.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Release the arrow. . . . Release the arrow.</span><br/>Only this time it wasn't in his head. The leaves in the trees rustled about violently and then without warning long strands of white, sticky string lunged out towards the creatures to ensnare them.<br/>"Mistress Zaida!" Turin cried out.