Silver Creek strange, the way it felt like home - to wander through the dark alone

The blue light cascaded along his frame. It seemed to suit him, until it reached the thick band that sat behind his shoulders. It looked as though the sun had broken through his dark frame there. The wanderer was painted in the peculiar colors for a moment longer before a thick layer of clouds brushed past the moon and buried him in darkness. The vibrant glint of his poison gaze darted upward and caught the first glimpse of the shadow woman. She did not concern him, in spite of his questionable trespassing. Sojourn froze for only a moment before he lowered his crown and prowled forward. 

The shape of him was like a hunting jungle cat; his frame swayed while his lean figure rippled with muscle underneath his jagged coat. The brute was not much for talk, so he did not think to reach her with word. Instead, he made his way as though he aimed to saunter past her. It was not her gender that caused him to disregard her, but his own confidence. Sojourn was a mercenary, and he did not feel as though there was a soul in the world that could have halted him. The sharp glint of his gaze did not leave her as he drew close to her frame. Fel magic danced behind the venomous green.