Bane crashed through the forest undergrowth,panting and wheezing heavily,desparate to elude his pursuers. They had picked up his scent three days ago and had pursued him relentlessly,determined to slay him.
They called themselves the Scourge,those who hunted him. True demons dedicated to stamping out the existance of the halfbreeds,the unfortunate beings borne of stray unions between human and demon kind. The demon blood had to be kept pure,untainted by the taint of weak snivelling humanity. And the foul halfbreeds stood in the way of that. If let unchecked,they would multiply and further dilute the purity of the demon race.
So went the creed of the Scourge,those who would stop at nothing to wipe out the ones that carried their own demon heritage. As ruthless and relentless as a wave of destruction,unable to be halted or diverted. Bane knew what they were capable of. He had seen for himself the savaged corpses of his kin and friends,the little community of outcasts that had been everything to him. And now they were gone,wiped out by the Scourge.
And soon he would be gone too. The truth of this was immovabel and certain,as solid as any rock. A rock that bore down on his soul. They would get him here in this forest,with no one to offer him shelter or sanctuary. As these dark painful thoughts flooded his mind,tears begun to flow down his face. The Miqout and Fyarl demons on his tail would kill him and they would see to it that his death was a slow and painful one. He could be sure of that. The Scourge did not appreciate being led into an elaborate chase that went on for three days with the quarry giving them a difficult time by throwing them off with false trails. Now when they had finally caught up him in this forest,they would inflict terribel vengeance for his defiance.
His body finally begun to halt. Despite the frantic urging of his brain to continue,it couldn't keep up this pace anymore. His exhausted body simply wouldn't put up with it anymore Slumping to the lefy forest floor,he felt panic take over him. ''Somebody help!' he screamed in a vocie that carried for miles around. ''Help!'' Still some distance away,his hunters heard him screaming and begun to taunt him. ''It's uselss,halfbreed'',the Miqout begun to cackle. ''No one's here to save your mongrel arse!'' His friend,the hulking Fyarl, gave a a beastial snigger,anticipating the delightful slaughter that awaited them.
It was finally over then,his mind found itself accepting,with the serenity that comes with certain death. Finally over....
(OOC: Just so you know. Miqout demon; Yellow-skinned demon with spiny ridges on top of his head and long, serrated, green darts in his forearms. Fyarl demon: a large, hairy species with horns like a bull. They also have a paralyzing mucous that shoots out through the nose, and aren't known for their intelligence or self-initiative.)