Haunted Wood It's Madness

What first was a nice and quiet day full of sunshine, rainbows and murder, was unfortunately disturbed. Trick wasn't particularly fond of others, nor were they of him. He had always been an outcast, and part of him loved that. Nobody gave a shit about him, and that was perfectly fine. However, all of them had something in common. They had been tricked by the greatest Trickster in the world, and were now rotting bodies. No one played this game better than Trick did, and he was proud of it. He was proud of the wars he had started and the many wolves he had made to kill each other.

He stopped in his tracks, fiery eyes already looking to the side. His back was turned to the other who smelled female. He chuckled lightly. This was going to be one fun day today.

Tis not wise to beest in mine presence, my lady. He warned, his wicked tone of voice filling the air with discomfort. He flicked his tail, not in anger, but in delight.