Blackfeather Woods damage (pt. 1)

Tick tock went the clock. Tick tock. Tick tock. The beast did not flee from the shadows that surrounded him like a thick, gelatinous mass. He was rather among them, and he let them swallow him as he danced. The howling of the wind was his song, the rhythm of the drums his beat, and in the darkness, he was unstoppable. 

A female's and a male's scent stuck on his nostrils like tar, and he drew in a breath before a jack-o-lantern smile was curling over a black muzzle. Snake's wild eyes searched the other's and his grotesque grin widened.

"What do we have here?"

His voice was dark but relatively smooth, intrigued even, and Snake's eyes were trained hungrily upon his "new friends". His chest heaved with his inane passion for the darkness, and with it he seemed to swell. The fiend's eyes grew impossibly wider and he lowered his face down to the stranger's, breath spilling hot and imposing.