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The world outside his home was a dangerous place, and though he had been warned all of the years of his youth, the young moth fae hadn't a choice. He had to run- and run far, far far away from his home before the curse that was destroying it would consume him as well. But what mark was left behind charred his skin, and though he tried to ignore it by wrapping the dark, ash color behind a few hasty wraps, once the full moon was in bloom- the mark would remind him of his blight, and he'd be left screaming in agony before blacking out and waking up to an even greater curse.
This time when he awoke he awoke to the sounds of braying dogs. Somehow he had shackles on his hands, and confused, he scrambled to his feet, the chains rattling as he looked this way, then that. But one thing was clear through the fog that laced the forest- there were dogs hunting after something- and they were getting close.
Only seconds after he had gotten to his feet did he realize how light headed he was and nearly fell over, clutching a nearby tree for support. But the sudden howl of a hound that crested the hill behind him sent the hackles on the back o fhis neck to rise, and soon he was running for his life.
He nearly tripped over his own feet, which he cursed when he realized they were shackled too- limiting his ability to run as he was soon tripping over them and landing face first in the mud.
And he was seeing stars and eating mud- but the shock of the fall only lasted momentarily when the hound was upon him and bit viciously at his defending arm. Miersck let out a scream, kicking at the dog and did anything he could in hopes to get away from the attacking animal. But then a second one was upon him, biting into his wings and he felt one of them snap. The cry he made was soon accompanied by tears and his body was burning where the dogs had sunk in their teeth. And the only thing he could do was push away from them and try to run, hitting htem with his metal shackles- which made the hounds whimper and back away, if only for a second. But as the moth fae found some reprieve, the second he tried to scramble away, he slipped and began to tumble down a muddy hill side- and at the bottom, he groaned as he lifted his gaze to peer into the darkened mouth of an open cave.
The dogs, he could hear well above him, were soon running down the opposing sides of the hill so as to avoid falling intot he same fate as the moth fae they were hunting, and with a grunt, Miersck, the moth fae, pushed himself from the mud and stumbled into the cave, and just kept running, even in the darkness- where his eyes quickly adjusted.
But quick turns through the cave had him looking back, listening to the fading bray of the hounds before he suddenly turned around and found himself plunging head first into a wall of webbing.
Miersck grit his teeth as he felt himself pulla nd become more entangled in the massive net- and it didn't take a fool to realize just what sort of thing he got himself stuck within. Coming from a forest far ancient than those familiar to the world of men, there were spiders who made webs far greater than the size of this one-
But they were no less damning, and as he struggled, he cursed to the great oak tree, his chains rattling as they too, would soon become captured in this sticky, white web.
