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rTaking to a break, useful as he had plans, The Nightmare King left his abode of Phantom Hollows. There were things he needed to do, such as establishing not only a safe, but quick way to the western lands with as little danger posed to his ammasing group, as possible. It was quick how he gained new wolves, and after the ruthless hinds of Sithis kicked, they saw how fate was not there to spare them unless they trekked safetly. He would have had Makaro accompany him, but the Acolyte was sent off to handle the quarry search, mapping out what foods will be available to him in the near areas if a single days trek. He had also had no desire for the company of his heir, but the solace that solitude provided. It was welcome sound to the King, no needing to worry of how he might need to keep an eye on his Bloodborn, but to focus on himself and reflect upon this moment. There was a glory coming, and it was going to be the reign of his new kingdom, if he could establish it's bases properly.

Through the sight and path of another, the Shadow Sire kept on the move, his crown held high as he continued his scouting. While taking steps with his massive footfalls, a startled rabbit was spooked, and sent jumping high into the air, away from its den entrance. A lunge  of extended forlimbs pinned the airborn rodent to the ground, while the forward motion pummled the thing, and needless to say, smashed over half of the frail bones in its minute frame.