Wapun Meadow to colour in the darker side

As he walked, he allowed his thoughts to wander. The desire to draw blood was strong, that longing to bring suffering to another and see fear, defeat in their eyes motivating his movements. The memories, the countless times he had endulged in his sickly pleasures to satisfy that itch in his mind, the darkness that begged for true release. He supposed it was no wonder his sister had cast him away, refusing to see him - but still, his pride and arrogance could not accept that anything was his own fault unless it was the pain of another. His father had said each Svartell man carried some sort of darkness in their soul, and that Aries' came out in the form of a dark personality, while Dakarai's own came as simply a plethora of foolish decisions. The Reaper could hardly find himself able to compare the two... Aries had a bloodlust never truly satisfied, a dark mind consumed by thoughts none should ever see, Dakarai only made idiotic choices.

His thoughts were broken when the scent passed through his nostrils, icy gaze sweeping around until it landed on the figure of a pale man. Normally the ashen youth would not have cared, and simply would have continued on his meaningless meandering, but here was an opportunity. Not only that, but the male seemed already agitated by his presence, a realisation that caused a hidden smirk to grow. "What?" He spoke coldly, no hint of his inner amusement showing upon his features and tail lashing behind him.