Kethan Duskryn

Kethan was about to lose his mind. Callimar had been chatting on about the pair of deep gnomes they’d drained for lunch, and he could feel his irritation mounting. They shouldn’t be drinking the blood of cursed little deep gnomes, they should be feasting like kings in Menzoberranzan - Callimar hanging with women as he always had been and Kethan engaged in an intellectual conversation with someone of substance. Instead, his brother was nagging, trying to discern whether gnome tasted more like blind eel or toasted salamander. What did it matter? Blood was blood, and at least for the next three or so days they wouldn’t have to come out of their cave. Good. His temper flared, and before he could help himself, Kethan was lashing out.

“We wouldn’t have to eat deep gnome if you had just killed me.” He snapped and Callimar’s eyes flashed with anger. He still insisted that Kethan had won the test fairly, but Kethan didn’t believe him. He had never been able to best his brother before. He was a hulking brute who excelled at combat Callimar snapped something back but it barely registered. They traded a few more barbed words and soon Kethand and Callimar were scrambling, sixteen legs knocking together as claws scratched. Kethan snarled and Callimar roared and soon Kethan was pinned in the dust and pebbles beneath his brother. With a snarl Callimar shoved off him, spitting something nasty as he stalked off, leaving Kethan once again in the dirt with a wounded pride. He scowled, slowly shaking himself off as he stood. He turned around and skittered off, fists clenched.

Kethan wasn’t hungry, but he went out to hunt anyways. He climbed the cavernous walls of the Upper Dark, sticking to the shadows as he sought out prey worth hunting. He was nearly ready to give up, thoughts racing, when he spotted CraveU user down below. He felt a little twinge of excitement and he knew… This was the one. He slowly drifted down on a thick strand of web, lowering himself silently to the floor. He stalked slowly, eight great legs creeping silently as his fangs ached to sink into tender flesh. He just wanted a taste, wanted that little surge of power than came from overpowering another. He inhaled, using a steady breath to calm himself. Slowly, he readied himself, pausing in the shadows just feet from his prey.