if he had to guess, arnon assumed at least a week had passed since he was dragged back kicking and snarling into the undercroft. the hunters that had captured him had spared no malice, ensuring he was handed over bloodied and beaten, his abilities nullified and his pride reduced to mere tatters. he’d gathered what little energy had remained to make himself as much of a nuisance as possible in the first few days, his defiant streak burning bright even if it resulted in harsh punishment each and every time. with the previous night’s beating still aching through him and the suffocation of his accelerated healing thanks to the collar fastened around his neck, arnon laid dejectedly on his cot, his tired gaze fixed to the ceiling as he wallowed in self-pity and muted frustration. the sound of others going about their days around him was of little comfort. if anything, it renewed his irritation towards the circumstances. so many of them were trapped in the confines of the undercroft, the illusion of freedom only manifesting through the allotted hour of wandering or being summoned by one of the callous masters to demean and debase themselves for their pleasure. the injustice of it made arnon’s jaw clench in subdued anger, his desire to rid the world of the plague of the vampiric elite burning ever brighter the longer he dwelled on the thought. huffing, he forced himself to sit upright and caught the eye of another in the doorway, his misplaced irritation focusing solely on the innocent passer-by. “what? you need somethin’? keep it movin' if not.”
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Everett was always so curious when there were new arrivals that were delivered to the undercroft. So when he had a moment he would bring himself down to the undercroft himself. Wanting to see them for himself rather than have his people do it for him. Especially if there was someone who had put up a fight which wasn't always the case for some of them. He did enjoy those that had a bite to them, it made playing with them all the more entertaining. He came upon one who he didn't recognize must have been one of the newer ones that came with the latest batch. The lich leaned against the frame with his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he watched him. Giving no indication of his presence until the slave decided to sit up noticing him almost immediately. "Might need something, might just want to watch." He hums, his grin growing on his porcelain features.
