Blackfeather Woods you and me and the devil makes three

Black paws pressed down into the soil, leaving behind imprints to indicate that someone had recently passed through. Wisps of shadow ebbed from long stilted legs, sinews of an ethereal carapace snaking toward pale rays of pearled argent impalpable to their ebony fingertips. Sterling bordered the curving vertebrae of the obsidian silhouette lurking among the darkness of the surrounding forest, pits of toxic green glinting hollowly in the bleached moonlight. 
Onyx muzzle raised to a sky that held barely any stars in its black web.  The muzzle,  black as the sky and shadows, twitched back skin to reveal dark gums filled with glistening white teeth. A low eerie howl started low in the monster's throat, rolling out over a black tongue and spilling out over obsidian jaws.

"I am here. Now darlingsss, come find me." 

The beast cut off the melodious call and wide, unblinking green eyes graze over the land before him, seeking out the one who would come to his call.