<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/566896805904777217/648070034824101888/d3da4e5fca42b72282785c719bc8ccff.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Surely what happened beforehand was a dream. Hazeel could see it behind the haze of disconnected memories and enigmatic pain in his head. The day before was so normal... Hazeel remembered throwing the corpse of a panther over his back, a hole in the animal's heart leaking a small amount of blood onto his clothes after he had drained the animal beforehand. The animal's pelt would be a fine thing to sell to the ones back in Aelyrn. Those rich elf fucks would buy anything from the ones below them as long as they could judge and throw disgusting language towards the seller. Hazeel felt sweat clinging to their charcoal black forehead as he finally reached a cloth tent that he had set up. This was always his plan for the weekend. He would leave his wife for the weekend to engage in his favorite hobby of hunting. As primal and exhausting as hunting could be, for some reason he always found it more relaxing than the bureaucracy that came with being a hired hand. Being ordered around by other white humans or elves while they talked down to him just because of his skin color... he wished that he didn't need them for the coin. Maybe someday, he would take one of these lithe ones out back and wring their neck for the things they said.<br/><br/>Hazeel remembered collapsing against the makeshift sleeping bag that he brought along with him. The stench of blood and panther fur was easily ignored by his trained nose, even when it came from a pile of bodies that Hazeel had been hunting throughout the day. Just a quick nap, then he would make some food himself and begin the process of turning his sport into a product to be sold to those rich sacks of flesh up North. Contrary to normal, it didn't take long for him to fall asleep, but perhaps that was because other powers were working to bring him to this new world...<br/><br/>Hazeel jerked awake and shot up, facing towards the elf as she lamented the presence of a human. Thankfully for her, this was not the first time that Hazeel suffered that type of indignation. She was just lucky that she was a woman, and also an elf, or else he would have been ready to give her a piece of his mind. His lips curled into a snarl as he craned his neck to the side, the voice whispering in his head only making him feel more claustrophobic. He climbed himself to his feet and looked down, noticing that he was still in his warrior garb that he collapsed asleep in. Her words bounced off of his muscled abs, not acquiring his attention until she called him a beast. His eyes flared with anger, and he crossed the room in two strides to jam his hand underneath her neck, pinning her against the couch while his powerful body eclipsed her within a shadow. He had seen the magic glimmering from the necklace around her and he grabbed onto it, wrenching it from her neck and holding it out of her reach.<br/><br/>"What have you done with me, and what is that whispering within my head? Where is Lillith, and who are you?" Hazeel barked, some spit collecting on Irelia's face while he jammed her neck even harder against the couch. He didn't even bother to move the wardrobe for her, considering it a paltry task to show off his strength when he could be threatening her to show off his power. Irelia would be able to see a golden ring around his finger, an indication of marriage. Perhaps that was why he was already uncomfortable and anxious? Hazeel slid the chain of the necklace into his palm and he curled his fingers inward, pressing the tips against the gem within the center of the necklace. "Answer my questions, or I'll break this necklace... and then you with that little wardrobe that is so important to you..."<br/><br/>It was a bluff. Sure, he would shatter the necklace without a second thought if she didn't give him any good reasons to let her go. But hurting a lithe woman like her who didn't seem to be able to fight back? That would only prove that he was a beast. That he was no better than the slaves that were traded out in the open up North. Lillith, she had to be okay. She could take care of herself, but he wasn't sure for how long. He had an entire weekend to go back home, and he had no time to waste.</span>