Death, the sweetest kiss, danced on the lips of Dynoz as he hurled forward astride the great wolf that served as his mount. The bellows of the great behemoths filled the forest, hearkening back to a time when such beast roamed the world freely, before the Overlord, before the age of the Elves. 

A wicked cackle left his lips as he raced forward, his bone daggers trailing blood from a recently slain centaur, stabbed and slashed so much so that the human torso is nearly severed from the equine half. 

Arriving on a small knoll, Dynoz obtained a positively magnificent view of the walled town, the fleeing humans, running helter-skelter, their shrieks and screams mingling and merging with the howls from the great beasts. 

Rubbing the neck of his mount, Dynoz tittered at the thought of the pain the humans would suffer.
 
[b]“Perhaps Hans, we shall feast on the flesh of a succulent human child tonight. How long has it been since I fed you a fat babe? I know my friend, much too long.”[/b]

Dynoz slipped off his wolf and with a grin that was frightening in its inhumanity, howled as his daggers flared on, one acid the other lighting. With a lazy hopping lope he jogged towards the town, a rhyme sung aloud as he came ever closer;

[center][b] `I sent a message to the humans:
I told them “This is what I wish.”
The wretched humans of the town,
They sent an answer back to me.
The wretched humans answer was
“We cannot do it, Sir, because -
`I sent to them again to say
“It will be better to obey.”
The humans answered with a grin,
“Why, what a temper you are in!”
I told them once, I told them twice:
They would not listen to advice.
Now they all fall dead,
To the Elves they dread.[/b][/center]