Hunters House, Nightmare's Quarters
The tortured howl -- broken by, at most, a few gasps for cooling breath -- finally ended only when a door was torn open. Then slammed closed.
Then the walls shook hard enough to rattle, as something massive rammed against said closed door.
Inside his quarters, Nightmare barely spared a glance for the desk he'd heaved before curling up. Wedged in a corner on his bed, huddled into the walls, he shook and keened -- and occasionally snapped at a forearm or wrist, tearing and drawing blood ...
Then the walls shook hard enough to rattle, as something massive rammed against said closed door.
Inside his quarters, Nightmare barely spared a glance for the desk he'd heaved before curling up. Wedged in a corner on his bed, huddled into the walls, he shook and keened -- and occasionally snapped at a forearm or wrist, tearing and drawing blood ...