Haunted Wood It ignites me like an embered coal

She felt him move into place behind her. Good. Not ideal, but ok. She didn't waver, only tilting an ear back to acknowledge he existed. Her lips curved up at his words. 
"Making it the dark place it is." She tiled her head enough so she could spot him and he could see her grin, but carried on walking.

He looked...funky. Whatever genetics that had gone into him was weird. Pale, but darkened. Like his skull was hollow; probably was to be likely. He looked like someone had stepped over some patch of mud, then onto stone. Her lips pursed, out of sight. He wasn't as big as Vengeance, nor as good looking.
Not to be a Father, but perhaps he could provide entertainment.

"What's a low life thing like you trespassing here for?" In his thick scent, there was no mark of Nightwalker. He was not supposed to be here and was surprised Vengeance hadn't battered him to shit yet. She wanted him angry though. If he had nothing she needed, she could taunt him enough to make him rough.
She liked them rough.