Phantom Hollow A Shadow's Mirror

The shadow prince strode through the once familiar woods, the ominous sounds not deterring him from the goal. He had been tracking his uncle for quite some time, and despite the size from of the beast, the massive wolf was as elusive as his name's sake. Slade Nightmare, or "The Nightmare King" as he was donned from the page he led ages ago, was just as gone as sanity, in these lands. The wolf had a tendency to disappear when he didn't desire to be found, but Cry was one of his trainees. Of course he was going to come scross signs that others were unaware of. Especially the feeling of someone else stalking you from your left, when truly, they were on your right.

"I know you are near. Show yourself."

Icy blues scanned the reclusive lands, light mist rising as the dew that was land based condensed, and then hit hot air, fogging the lower half of the dank forest with secrecy.