The weary man sat in the middle of the tent, darkness being the only thing that covered his body. The markings of Angmar tainting his pale skin that was marked with wide scars and fresh cuts that still seeped blood. The east man smiled a wickedly toothed grin, revealing his maw filled with filed teeth that seemed to make needles look dull. The place where his ear once sat replaced with skin that seemed to be ripped by teeth.
"You do not seem so strong now, Cynraede. Son of the light, hunter of darkness and child of the shadow. I had hoped from the rumors I heard, that you would have put up more of a fight."
He grinned and knelt down in front of him, his head tilted and merely inches from his as he hissed through his teeth. Mocking him with his crimson hood pulled up over his tattered and filthy mane, laughing as he tossed the hood down and spat on it.
"His eyes see though the dark, the night shrouds his very body. He breathes death, and where his foot treads there is destruction and decay. They even took to calling you the Night Foe, some called you the Crimson Hood. You, mere child have become a thorn in my side and have been left untouched for far to long. Now, the father of all darkness has delivered you into my hands, even now your strength fails you. You, Cynraede, son of light, will die here."
He stood and smiled, walking around. Tossing the contents of his pack all around, kicking and rifling through the things. Standing as he held the flask that bore the crest of Turgur, the man whom he fought with that died at the kingdom of Annuminas. Yilgtig smiled as he tossed it aside, continuing to look through his belongings. Picking up a small totem carved of bone, tossing it aside as he turned back the man who lay on the cold ground.
"You swore your life to protect an order that barely knows you exist, whom do not know of your true gifts. The one in the field, ready to strike you down as if he looked forward to it. The one whom you tracked, the one whom you shed your very life blood for. Where is she now? She dines with the elves this very night! And now, son of Numenor, who will come to your aid now? For I see no one, not even the one whom you call father. Or should I say the one whom you wish you could call your father, instead you roam these lands alone, just as you should. You stick well to your brandings, the Angmarim are brutal at best, but they showed true craftsmanship. Even now you lay here like cattle, branded and broken, the half-orcs in this camp would not even taste of your flesh."
Yilgtig smiled once more, though it faded quickly when he heard the young mans grim words and their dark meanings. Cynraede struggled to sit up, though lacking the strength to raise his head. He spoke quietly, just barely able to be heard over the patter of the rain.
"You will learn to fear the marks which have been embedded into my skin, the very demon you created. Your children, and their children fill once more fear the night, every time their eyes shut, they will fear for their lives. Think of that as you go to rest, as you sit down to eat your meal, you have become the very damnation of your offspring. For everyone one of my people you kill, I skin one hundred of yours and hang them about your cities for all to see, that I swear to you."
Yilgtig stood silently for a moment,yet his anger was evident. He picked the man up by his war braid, staring into he mans face. Cynraede hung from his hair, his face beaten beyond recognition. Blood and dirt covered his body as he stood weakly, coughing and clearing his lungs as he spoke.
"I spared your life once before, and now you have come between me and my quarry. By the Lady's order your life is forfeit and your blood will be spilled in her name. I made an oath to her, and swore to her that I would destroy all who stood in my way. Run, east man, while you still have legs."
The two stared at each other for a mere moment before Yilgtig threw him down onto the ground, spitting upon his body. Looking down to him for a moment before sending a swift, hard boot to his face, laughing at his motionless body that lay at his feet.
