The dark of night gave a sweet, sullen beauty to Ravensblood Forest. Tall sequoia's were the kings of the land, standing proud and tall above all others in the land. He had a passion for forests, especially those that were lovely, dark and deep. Cool air was pulled into Talluak's lungs as he drew a slow, deep breath and his jaws parted to unleash a puff of steamy air into the dark. He had been born to a frozen coastline dotted by wooden sentinels and he felt at home in the shadowy trees.

Ghostly paws padded along the terrain as the crimson and gold cloaked male moved, his bright orange eyes almost luminous in the dark of night. In his body flowed the faith of the Shearwater wolves and the Nereides and he considered himself nothing more than a divine being in the flesh. One day he would conquer and it would be sweet, but for now he was content to walk along the dark woods and be alone in his divinity.