Phantom Hollow There can be only Two (For my little Chicken Pox <3)

Rest...

         ...the words hardly fell on deaf ears as the pup simply slumped over licking away at his maw to savor the taste of Slade's offering. Just who was this rogue? Savior? No... nothing hinted at Makaro to say Slade was a radiant angel nor even a fallen angel turned devil. This was a Wolf of vile intent that delighted in an aura of dread. -but then was it so bad?

Perhaps this was something the spirits had in store perhaps something greater then-... No, there were those thoughts again that got him into this mess. Damn thespirits and damn destiny. Anywhere was better then dead and if that meant he was about to make a deal with the trickster wolf then so be it! Then again Makaro didn't know just how true that very well may be. So he curled up on himself and closed his eye allowing the body to go limp. 

His leg throbbed and body ached but he was full and able to rest with a level of security. The only thing that he could not control was the night terrors that immediately plagued him to roll over and toss then turn. The faces of the dead laughed at him having passed on while the eyes of those that silenced their howls remained to remind Makaro that one day he would kill them all... one day the entire world would know his name and his fear.