Blackfeather Woods revenge is best when coated with blood

Despite the entertaining qualities of chasing intruders away, it was comforting to know that he wouldn't have to do it every time someone approached his land. Some were smart, or perhaps just more cautious, it doesn't matter. What's important is that those who lingered at the borders awaiting an audience gave Damien the opportunity to see them as more than just dumb bastards in his lawn.

This one was one of them, respectfully awaiting to be found at the edge of the forest. Damien approached in silence, holding himself in high posture as befits his title. He watches the stranger with detail and inhales deeply to distinguish his scent. "Who are you?" asks the dark master, stopping at a comfortable distance from the brutish male. His eyes of ice make him uncomfortable for some reason, and so he looks at them directly, intimidation being his weapon of choice.