Phantom Hollow They said it changes when the sun goes down

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His sway is measured, every inch of his body in tune with his command. There was no step in which his paws breached the silence of the land and in return, the forest backed him up with coverage. He trails through the mist in tandem with his heartbeat, slow, steady steps across the dead valley. And somewhere half way across his trek Bane came across her. She was not phased by his presence, and with a purr she caught his cold eyes' attention, like sharp daggers they turned her emerald own, piercing through as his lips curve up in half a sly smile. Bane wasn't expecting to come across anyone at all, but this he wouldn't complain about.

Something tells me you're not from around here... he says while slowly closing the distance between them. He speaks with a deep voice, but a ring to it betrays his intentions. Bane was a charismatic creature whenever it was of use to him.

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