Blackfeather Woods jack the ripper

not one but two bodies appeared before him. the darkness of his gaze met the silent wolf with some interest. the ghoul knew her sufferings; the devil had taken his voice too. should he fetch the desired number of lives, it would be returned to him as a reward. perhaps she had suffered a similar loss. 

the white male broke the silence with a question. the ghoul turned his inkjet gaze to the brute with confusion. was this how matters were conducted there? the reaper had no words to share; his voice had been stolen from him. the greasy hell hound lowered his crown toward the earth and his tail swayed to the left. grant me a place to live he seemed to exude in his posture.