Captured
A rough jostling followed by a splash of water jostled Asd out of his dreamless sleep. He let out an annoyed growl as he looked up at who had the audacity to wake him up in such a way. He quickly reeled back at the face covered and encased with rot and maggot as the stench of undead assailed his senses. He didn't get very far though as he noticed his arms were suspended above him and his toes were barely touching the ground. The hairs on his body bristled as a cold draft of wind seemed to waft into the room he was strung up in, causing goosebumps to pop out all over his skin. The undead human in front of him gave a sinister grin as his exposed jawline and teeth added extra effect to whatever aura he was hoping to project on Asd… the young Werelion was quite unsettled by the undead.