"You bloody damn fools!" Garreth shouted as he watched the pair of them run to lift Lauralana's limp form.  The portal had begun shrinking as soon as she'd fallen.  Garreth gazed past them and his eyes fell upon the terrible form of the Shadow.  "By the Sacred Forge..." he whispered and made the symbol of the hammer across his chest reflexively.  As dead to magic sensativity as most dwarves, he could feel the power of the godling before them.<br/><br/>"She was trying to save you..." He called, but it was too late.  There was no way the humans could reach the portal before it closed now, even if they gave up trying to save Lauralana.  Garreth clenched his teeth in frustration, but he knew he couldn't win this fight.  And someone had to carry word of the twisted god's return.  "I'll be back for you my lady," he swore softly as he dove through the portal.<br/><br/>Tristan was watching the glowing light, his mind well aware that he and Ana were not going to reach it in time.  But he couldn't look back, couldn't let his eyes take in a full sight of what was closing on them.  He stumbled on, even as the portals shrank to a pinpoint and vanished.<br/><br/>But then the female shadowspawn lept into view, passing where the portal had been.  She drew up short and stopped, her feet and hands on the deck like a crouching cat as her impossibly long tongue rolled out of her mouth like a snake, weaving back and forth while she gazed in reverent awe past him.  The sound of hooves clacking against the deck grew closer.<br/><br/>The Shadow approached unhurried, His shimmering form nearly glowing under the moonlight as the fog faded away as quickly as it had arrived.  He fixed his inhuman eyes on Ana, pools of what appeared at first glance to be solid pure darkness, but was in truth a swirling mixture of shades of black, like gazing into the night sky.<br/><br/>He strode nearer and reached out, brushing the girl's cheek with one fingertip.  The texture was soft, and yet somehow hard and also smooth all at the same time.  Like frozen silk perhaps, only it was almost searingly hot against her skin.  And with him so close, the musk of him washed over her.  The scent of raw pure sex, the very essence of lust and physical desire.<br/><br/>Tristan let go of Lauralana and fell to his knees, moaning as the scent filled his nostrals and set his cock hard and aching.  He gazed at the helpless elven woman and couldn't stop himself from growling as animal instincts rose to demand satisfaction.  He tore his eyes away from her, but only to find himself gazing at the female shadowspawn.  Watching as her tongue slowly circled and teased one of her wine dark nipples while she rubbed her hairless sex.  The scant mesh of leathers easily shifted to reveal all of her to him as she beckoned and he began to crawl forward.