Swiftcurrent Creek Fit to be tied

The red eyed one the demon the spawn all of what he had been called before all of which he carried well and they suited the monstrosity from his eyes to his feet and the many scars that littered his body and his mind and his soul.

He lurked beyond the lands in the shadows searching always searching for something to do. The demon queen had told him to blend in, to be busy. He was unsure what to do so he hunted and he stalked and he listened and he learned. Though his mind was almost blank he could retain anything he saw and repeat it back to whomever wanted to hear it, he however could not put it to any use.

As he stood in the shadows the voices returned the dark petulent angry voices. They rose in fervor and pitch yelling at him to kill, and maim and hunt and prey. His blood colored eyes searched the ground and the sky and the land.

He walked in a pattern around and around searching for something and then he smelled it an animal small and easily dispatched. With a snarl and a growl he lunged snapping the neck of the small mammal in front of him unsure of what it was, he was so entranced in a blood filled haze.