the curse of dark mountain

With that one word Erys knew that this wasn’t going to end in execution. If Pyrrhic were to kill him it would have been right here and now. The horned boy didn’t know what was in store for him now, but with the tone of his voice Erystotle was now lower than dirt. He shrunk inwardly, his tail still between his legs as he crawls in the direction that was indicated. He whined softly, looking back over his shoulder once with liquid mercury eyes. His heart was beating again, but now it was even heavier. He feared the unknown, and he didn’t know what would be done with him now.