Meadowlark Prairie i came down the mountain draggin' our love affair

Set before the whole hardcore -getting pack together thing- on my end @Ivy . :3

Slade had decided to do more than his usual lust of brooding in the dark trenched of Phantom Hollow, and took a trek through the fields of ripening berries. In the coming hours of duskhood, the Shadow Sire kept an eased pace through the grounds, his aim to hit Haunted Woods around night, as he had a couple of old rogue associates he needed to meet with. With nothing more than silent grace, the King skirted the view of the Blackfeather Woods, a passing and presumably unheard of legend, as the ex Dark Brother made his way to the Praire.

An calm gaze of fire kept unkindled and cold was lightly touching the distinct features of this praire, but they lingered well enough on a form that was both natural and unnatural in shape. Not geological, but biological, living, but not grown, not in the slightest. It was a youth, a misguided body who considered her permission her own, and to cast her will with relaxing into the teetering moments of the day's end.

It would have taken seconds to reach her if the villain tried, but he was nonchalant in his march, calculated but nonchalant.
Eventually, he would reach her, as he did now.

Silken baritones left the lips of the King, the older male pausing his journey and taking a second to enrich himself in conversation.

"Hello. Quite odd for a youth to be so far away from home."