Blackfoot Forest I sense a darkness in you...

His noiseless steps continued, as he kept in time with her stride. This woman has captivated him once, and enhanced his view on the scale of beauty in life and death. The midnight murderer had killed in raw emotion, but now he saw the crime scene in a spectrum of vibrant colors, intense sounds, unhinged feeling. 
Giving her no eye contact, focusing on the surroundings, but speaking to her with his once familiar baritone voice, the low thunder as a speech manner that obeyed his every editation.

"Meldresi, what is the purpose of this?"

The obsidian brute had enough of his instincts shoving him to and fro of this female. Slade was having no plans of even returning to BlackFeather, not any. The damn imprint on his shoulder kept beckoning him from the farthest recesses of his mind. 
It was driving him sane. Literally, sane.