Haunted Wood Baby take my hand, don't fear the reaper

it was the nightwalkers' trail that had led the yearling pair from the coast by which they had laid their wickedness. while some part of merrick was loathe to disembark from such a path, vengeance promised something new to capture the heart.
the trembling had grown more violent, and now the boy traveled with guard hairs raised along his spine, teeth quick to bare toward the promise of any slight danger. he pressed more diligently to astara.
they arrived as vengeance's dark aria poured into the air, and merrick grew cold to be in a large company once more. but his eyes fixed to the leader, their warlord, and he waited to see if the promise made would be fulfilled.