Hunting Senghor
Somewhere on the ocean...
The seas were brutal, we lost many but our slaughter machine of crazed animals was still alive and moving rapidly. The seas may not agree with us, but we know that it won't be able to stop us. Only the strongest of us will survive this ordeal, and when we arrive on the shores of Vale. Senghor will die, by my hand. Stupid bastard child. Completely unaware of the fact I am in side his head...Glorious. I turned to gaze at my brood once more, only to find them all cowering away from the waves lashing against us. No one was manning the oars. Letting go of the strings that attached me to my mortal vessel, I felt my body become hot with exquisite pain. Looks like I have to remind them of just who it is they should be afraid of...
Back in Vacuo in a third person POV...
The warehouse was dead. Completely and utterly dead, and within this literal hall of the dead stood the most highly indoctrinated of the once renowned destroyers of the taint . Not a word was spoken, and the only registrable sound within the warehouse was the synchronised breaths of every zombie like person in there. Eyes paler than snow and skin as cold as ice. These secret weapons ready to unleash upon their sworn enemies at any given moment. Trained to respond to the voice of their ruler, they turned towards the only way into that near decrepit place. Erupting from a manhole in the floor, there before them stood their leader. Wrinkled with age and calloused through work. he stood up straight, smiling at his on hand militia. A wriggling sack slung over his shoulder as he strode across the room.
In the centre stood the oldest of the near dead ones. His senses so in tune with everything as his mind slowly die due to the process of being caged like an animal. He flopped the wriggling sack on the floor, opening it not long after. A girl laid in the bag, her face was red with rage and confusion. But she was scared. looking around the room all eyes were on her, and she didn't know what to do. The old man looked at the now twitching devotee. He smiled turning to look at the girl on the floor.
"Hey Sindrid, look, this pretty little girl was once friends with our escaped tainted. Give her a sniff, and you can come for a walk." As if on cue he knelt down and inhaled deeply through his nose, the girls screams not making any sound as the binding wrapped around her mouth kept her from making any noise. The things eyes rolled into the back of his head as he processed the scent. He darted across the room and towards the exit, waiting by the entrance for his master. "Looks like we have a lead. As for the rest of you..." The old man looked at the girl, pointing a stubby finger at her cherry red face. "...Bon appetit" The old man ran out of the room, leaving his monsters to finish the girl he no longer had use for...