Panther Park Ideals of a Disturbed Mind

"Old Man..." the youth came him, presenting him with the subtle sass that gave Slade enough trouble that only flies could pester him with. Just as painless as it was, dear Sithis was it annoying. But today was different. He was in a good mood. So with the ghost of a smirk he replied as he leapt from atop the woodwork to be before the apprentice.

"Old enough to still remember you put too much of your weight on your right hind when you spin to dash-lunge behind you."

Volcanic gems glowed their usual eerie ire, but they weren't as malevolent today. The animated things held secrets, as usualy, but unlike usual, one was coming forth today. Placing himself before the youth, Slade began, his revelation.

"I have found the swine that murdered your family. And as a trial of your One Cycle, you will be tested to kill this wolf who near ruined your potential, as you snuff his life flame as he and his useless pack once almost did yours."

The Shadow Sire silenced himself momentarily, not to gauge the swarthy youth's deduction of this news, but to figure his next piece to lay upon the onyx. How would he feel knowing he had to both go trhough the park of death to deliver death? So deep had he instilled lessons he had sewn deep in the prince.  This would give him a title, a graduation from a mere child of Nightmares, to the true heir. He would still need time before the rank of King could be placed heavy on his shoulders, but that in itself would take time. And Slade had no intention of dying, just yet.

"To get to this curr, you need to make your way through Panther Park."