The shattered blade clattered across the floor as the crimson and filth stained hand reached out to try and grasp it. A boot pressed to the wrist as the The Needle Toothed Hunter pressed a knee into Cynraede's chest.
"I will ask this but once, and you will answer."
Cynraede wheezed as the mans knee pressed onto his broken ribs, crying out as the pain shot through his body but finding only blood tinged coughs and gargles as he laid broken and defeated upon the cold, wet ground.
"Who lit the fires. Who summoned your remnant. Where is the Flowercrown?"
"What did you do to my eyes... Domdrudis, you didn't have to do this. We once called you brother..."
The growl resonated from his lungs through a gritted maw of hatred and disgust as he spat upon the body of Cynraede.
"Words as frail as the man who spoke them. You call to me as a brother, you speak as if you're a great leader but the truth is you are but a lost child. Left behind by those of greater deeds and better names. Tell me, how is she? Do you still talk to her when you walk the paths of Imladris?"
Cynraede gurgled and choked on his own blood beneath the better hunter, the tears that had welled in his eyes spilled over the sides of his face as he wheezed a reply.
"What.. What did you do to my eyes... I cannot see."
"You've nothing to fear, Its only temporary. I would not wish to take your sight from you, when you've so much yet to witness."
Domdrudis shifted, leaning down to grab the man below him and lift him and press him to a tree before pinning him to it with the broken haft of a spear. His feet barely lifted from the ground as the sound seemed to echo amongs the copse. Leaving a sputtering man set against the tree by his ribs.
"Sputter your cries and murmers.... You saught to regain something you thought was yours.. To reign as the apex of your people.. You failed to realize that you trained, the true apex. You had him on your leashes and chains for so long and failed to understand you would bring up your undoing."
Domdrudis smiled, his thumbs rubbing over the mans eyes to clear them with a sigh.
"You.. She took you in when you had no one.."
"A token gesture and a handout."
"You were shown... Love, I do not understand."
Cynreade placed his hand down upon the spear, grunting and wheezing as he struggled for breath. Watching as Domdrudis turned and gave an all too familiar tooethed grin.
"You've still failed.. I'm no longer, the Caun."
"So what of it? Baralinion the runt has succeeded and taken the crown? Do you think his bravery will make up for his lack of skill and expereince?"
Domdruis stepped closer, a laugh grumbling through his lungs as he extended his arms outward.
"We shall see how brave he is when he is nailed to the halls of his forebearers. I shall make sure his body faces outwards, so he may watch the world that he so longed to protect burns before his very eyes. Just as you are about to do, my old friend."
