Phantom Hollow The spider spinning his web for the unwary fly...

Once again he was returning home with empty hands. Damien had gotten nowhere close to even finding a clue about his sister's whereabouts, and slowly the idea that it was probably best to give her space crept down to the bottom of his heart. She was an adult now, capable of keeping herself safe long enough, even in the cold. It was worrying, but there was nothing he could do about it, Kendra had to find her own place in the world, and Damien could only hope that was back in Blackfeather Woods.

The sun slid down behind the mountains, opening space to the cold of the night and catching Damien midway through the dark hollow. He kept to the shadows as always, feeling the eerie silence prowling all around him and having an odd feeling that not even Blackfeather Woods had ever caused on him. And that is when he saw it, the iridescent shine on his obsidian pelt like a wisp calling him over, and all he could think of was of his mother, an apparition. His heart slows down, hardens up. Prowling closer he makes slow moves not to compromise his position, he blends with the forest, and goes around the clearing where he thought he'd seen the blue shine expectantly. A black figure stands out over the grass, and Damien takes a daring step closer to it, but halts to an anxious stop as the creature murmurs something Damien couldn't believe. "Say that again," he dares to request, knowing it would expose him, but unable to resist finding out who this shadow was.