the stars have forgotten, the moon is wiped out

Slade rewarded the obsidian beauty with a sliver of a smile. Then she commenced to screw it up, and he took it back. She was showing a bit of promise, then crashed into the ground, below.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You were doing well. I had a bit of faith in you, lass. Just a bit. "

The massive wolf shook his crown, dark locks of silken fur too shaking. 

"Then you gave me a reason. Never give your reason. You also explained. Never explain yourself, unless to a superior. Keep the cards in your favor."

The man was sitting here giving the hellion advice on being a proper member of the pack he had once had mental mastery in. 
A gesture of friendship, he considered it. 

"The threat was within range of brilliant, but use a bit more logic in it. I do believe you would not have the capability to slay me in your current condition." 

The brute took a small step back and did a full circle of himself, showing the ebony his scars.
A sinister chuckle jigged from his maw and he mused,

"I would know, would I not?"

Volcanic orbs locked into the female.

"Speaking of slay, my calling is Slade. Third member in existence to the original Dark Brotherhood. "