Aldanith's bright eyes glared at the guard behind the iron bars. He was almost completely stripped off his armour, now hanging outside the cell, only his dark shirt and pants remained on his body, twisted in chains.
He blew a strand of his hair out of his face. The guard leaned against the bars and smirked. A low growl emerged from the dark elf's mouth. "Let me out, you bastard! Let me out and I'll correct that idiotic facade of yours! Even rats wouldn't eat that filthy body of yours if I'd gut you in a backstreet!" he yelled angrily. The chains clinked as he shook in them, clenching his fists and kicking into the air, but it was useless. The guard only cackled. "You are not going anywhere any soon!" he replied, spitting onto the ground of the cell.
Aldanith only replied with an angry glare. "I swear that if you'll be still alive when I get our, I will rip your filthy head off and drink from your skull, you dirty swine." he muttered. The chains hardly let him to move, hanging above the ground, but he was sure that he could get out - somehow.
And that guard dared to laugh at him... He'll make him pay for even laying a finger on him when he leaves this dirty cell.
Water dropped off the crude stone, forming the walls of the cell. Hay on the ground was soaked in the salty drops of it, the air was stiff, cold and damp. He was deep in the dungeons of a small town, chained only because his companion couldn't keep discrete and silent enough. If he weren't dead already, Aldanith would have broken a stick on that dumb head...
He groaned and glanced at the other prisoner beside him. He was hardly even chained, most likely inside for a lesser crime. "What are you staring at?" he snarled.