[right][h2][color=8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][@DaftJive][/right]

[color=7ece73]It wasn’t long after the ceiling opened up into a gaping abyss that gravity reasserted itself, ensnaring Vicis into its inevitable hold once he reached the climax of his leap.

[i]Uh oh.[/i]

After a few seconds of freefall, however, Vicis met solid ground with an abrupt [i]whumpf[/i]. Wherever he had landed himself in, it was dark. Not a cave, surely, for the ground beneath his scales was not of stone or dirt. The only light source available was weak and drowned by thick silhouettes that looked suspiciously like the vines that had snatched Damien away. Vicis flicked his tongue. There it was, that unmistakable scent of lavender and sweat-drenched human.

[i]...That isn’t right.[/i]

Slowly, Vicis turned towards his tail, lifting it up in one simultaneous motion. Dangling by the point of his pincers was Silas, clutching onto whatever he could reach of Vicis’ tail with those brightly coloured fingers of his for dear life.

‘[b]Bold, human[/b],’ rumbled Vicis. ‘[b]But I am not a steed for you to ride upon.[/b]’

He lowered his tail so Silas could drop himself off to the floor, but the sound of another voice brought his attention back to the glimmering slits of light.

‘[color=000000][b]Oh, you thought you could escape me. How cute.[/b][/color]’

A new scent had joined the conglomeration of plants, lavender and sweaty human – sharp, distinct and oddly reminiscent of wildcat fur. This one sounded like bad news. The thought was immediately proven right by the newcomer’s next words. Vicis tensed.

Humans were the only ones in the Wild Lands to think of putting others in chains. Was it really so surprising that the residents of the Hell they so strongly believed in would do the same?

He moved closer to the slits of light, trying to peer through them.[/color]