Haunted Wood The Vanishing

Uh huh. He shook his head at the title of Heir, like hair? He had a lot of that but the way she spoke didn't sound like she meant the things covering his body. What is that? He didn't wait for her to answer herself, he demanded an answer, he had to know! And just like that she did answer - unfortunately, he was just not the patient type to do so quietly. 

Hell yeah! Warlord was his throne! He was going to lead the nightwalkers, his father's creation. The boy's tail wagged at her description, boosting his ego further; and he didn't even think twice at her question. Her request. Of course he would do it! Where? I help. The poor woman was so incapable, it wasn't her fault that her blood was so weak - unlike the prince who was more than capable to do anything. He was the future Warlord after all.

Prancing up next to her in a way only he could see as "cool", little strides with a serious face on while looking around to where she might be talking about. Let's go. He didn't know this could have easily been the last time he saw home...