Phantom Hollow Was hypnotized by a strange delight

Slade's gaze hardened on the approaching female, softened embers returning to their volcanic hellfire array of golden orange. Another white fae, something near that of Leila, but without the smidge of life's grass green in the orbs, and the missing of the dark patches around her eyes and cruved back. This woman was sheathed in complete white, untouched or tarnished by any color that was not meant to singularly scream 'Innocent' to any who gazed her way. Even her stance was near match to Leila's as she had been when she came to him. He nursed her well taking to feeding her and protecting her whileshe did for him, treating the various wounds he chose not to show the world in his random tangles with bears and other wolves.

He did not know who this woman was, but if she were the next to leave a mark upon him, he would surely have no problem crunching upon the fine and delicious marrow within the bones of her skull. The Shadow Sire knew though, she was too gentle a sould to commit to such treachery, and his posture relaxed.

Smooth baritones rumbled from his chest, deep, and narrating to a listening set of ears.

"Fate has brought you to us, so with us you shall stay until fate decides otherwise. We will not be staying here so long, so whatever is the remanents of this place will be what you may tread through. Unless you would like protection from both enemies with fang and enemies with bacteria, then you are-"

The Nightmare King looked down at Leila, his chest's organ making a decision before he gave it clearance.

"Welcome to stay with us."