Tymaan – The Corrupted
Women, riches, and power, he'd finally had it all. The centaurs respected him more than the rest, and the Arachne kept to themselves in fear of drawing his contempt. He was the silkiest shade of dark as well as lean yet muscular, even some of the races threw themselves at him, although that had to be kept a secret from the other clans.
"Where is the girl?" Sitting on the back of a slave fair elf, he crossed his legs and glared at his subordinates who'd just come back after a month-long manhunt. Squinting his emerald eyes, he glared into their very souls and sensed the lies concocting within their minds.
"Don't you dare insult me with your tricks…" He whispered, calming.
Leaning forward and placing his hands on his knees, he put even more weight on the young elf's crouching body. The next thing they knew, the dusty tent echoed with the cracking sound of the woman's bones and a howling scream followed soon after.