Blackfeather Woods Night of the Living Dead

Not being one for meager smalltalk, Atshen had avoided his mother’s beckoning at first. Though he had slithered towards the common grounds, he kept to the shadows. He was enticed by the smell of decomposing skull, and yet, he did not give in to such temptations of it’s beckoning aroma. Instead, he lingered just out of sight as his molten eyes looked to the group. He was unmoved by the news of Potema’s pregnancy, yawning quietly in turn to it all as his eyes scanned the gathering.

Just as he was about to heck with it all and turn tail, something caught his interest: mother. He observed this with interest and soon enough found himself making his own advance in the direction that she had wandered, remaining well hidden as he followed.