From One to Another

◆Gonna say this is my last post, and I'll start you a post with Ash. Beautiful thread, Rain. W_^V◆


He found it harder to concentrate on the girl, her very prescence throbbing a feelin inside of him, the one he repressed until the night had dominated the sky.
It took strength, pushing the feeling back.
And it drained him.

Slade found himself mute. He questioned as to why he suddenly could not speak, and logicalized it to be his conscious making an effort to prevent him from snarling at the bleeding fae. The holds would not last forever, but in the remaining time he had, he simply watched her, a conversation in his eyes, the fiery irises promising her real pain, but glimmers that shown he didn't mean it.

A nod. The remaining sense he had was ebbing, and after the affirmation was finished, the dark king turned, and walked stiffly through the night, to the Woods, placing himself as far away from her as he still had intellect to do.
After several minutes, the resonation of a howl broke the silence of the woods, the meaning clear.

Any and all found near the territory of the Woods, will be murdered.
No questions asked.

The corrupt borne man ended the death promise with a growl, and turned to prowl the Web. A search for any living soul who dared touch the lands of his home.
The home of lunatics, murderers, and forsaken promises.
BlackFeather Woods.