Shadow Mountain Energized like a nine volt, ice cold.

I am so so so so so so sorry omg
@Midar we need this to get going. Are you up for a spree???

And he kept up the act until what had to happen finally happened. He hadn't figured anything out yet, no ideas came to mind of where he could have gotten the marks other than his own family jumped to mind, yet he was just as curious when the male noticed his presence and called him out.

In silence Damien revealed himself, not a thread of worry marred his expression as he allowed the moon to cast its light upon him, and he faced the dark stranger with a sure stare. Who are you? Where did you get the mark? that summed up all his curiosity. Are you a Melonii? he had to be. He just had to. His own tattoo was visible even in the darkness of night, for the skin in which it had been carved had never grown hair again. His eyes observe with curiosity the dyed version on his counterpart and thinks... Was the carving necessary?