The Heartwood of ash and silence

hush, you. T’was not.

Cry couldn’t tell by anything else other than voice- Slade had a deep voice that made your insides curl in and vomit over themselves should you know what the difference between sanity and insanity was. It was the same voice that infant babes wailed to if they knew what was good for them, but that one child...the one child who feared nothing. A pup so fearless it had been taken from the den, and trained under that behemoth, 

and carved into into a Nightmare.

Cry shook the memory away as he made his way forward, obviously lacking the muscle this beast held, rather than height. Whereas the irises were ivory, Cry noted, this was clearly not his uncle. 

“Done.” Cry hadn’t had a plan of what to do should this not be his old mentor, but when it came to being a trained murderer, even the lack of plan birthed a plan. “Apologies for my stealth,” he began. “I had thought you were someone had a contract out for.” 

He lied. Well, the only sector of the lie was the contract bit- he wanted to kill Slade out of vengeance, not payment. But how would this beast take it?