Another Quick little Portion

Alright, I figured it was time to throw up another little piece of what I’ve been working on. And by little, I mean little. 

 Anathoth hated Laakseyd, the unfriendly stone walls inflamed the cold winter nights until the stale, frozen air burned deep into his skin. Not that he was certain it was winter, he had stopped counting after the first month of strict imprisonment. He knew the grey-mop thrusting from his throat was a sign that he was too grizzled for the exact number of days to matter.