Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

His breath snakes from his lips, twinges of satisfaction tingling up his spine; perhaps his actions were to be frowned upon, but the young man cared little. He had long ago learned that to gain what you desired, you would have to be bold enough to simply take it - not to let others stand in your way with their words, their fangs, their foolishness. Thoughts of his mother trickled into the front of his mind, and for a moment he wondered if she was disappointed in him for accepting what he could not care to change, the darkness that swirled like a storm in his chest, but he recounted then his father's words and the anger returned.

All Svartell men have a darkness inside them.

But perhaps it was that very knowledge that gave them their monsters, the plague that wove itself into their soul until they were naught but beasts themselves? Maybe. Even if it was true, he had fallen too deep into the night now, had lost himself to the black dreams. Maybe it was his father's fault.

The reaper eyed the girl, morbidly pleased by her display of submission, and only then did he remove the weight from her back. She was frightened, and had bowed to his presence - that was all he had desired, for now. Aries' head quirked, gesturing for her to follow in silence. If she would listen, then the man would lead her deeper into the woods, dissolving into the shadows.