[A shadowed form entered the room Hol Horse was in. It had been too long, and the monsters were difficult and unappetizing. He was on edge more and more with each day. He was trying to stay away from the patience, they were far to tempting. Yet fate had decided to put a confused person right in front of him. Who was he to argue?]
[He rubbed at his eyes, still recalling the pain of being eaten from the inside out... and he felt a presence near him. Glancing him, he was a little startled, shaken, by the figure that was in his room. This fellow was someone he had never seen before...]
[Be the man innocent soul or not, Laron did not care to know. Sometimes things were unavoidable, and sometimes fate and fortune simply looked a blind eye. Without waiting another moment Laron rushed forward, hoping surprise was on his side. He had no strength, no ability to cast, yet his hunger was the same as ever. He pounced on the man as his only answer ready to bite and feed as quickly as possible. His small and rather weak body would not be able to hold him down, so he was going to rely on shock, incoherence and blood loss as his allies.]
[It was a partially lucky strike. On one hand it was lucky for being an attack that Hol Horse did not see coming, but the man was soon struggling to throw the other off of him. He himself was still in the process of waking up, but Hol was quickly becoming well aware of what was going on.]
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Who're... who're you?
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Are you trying to kill me?
[How observant.]
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