Shadewood my, what big teeth i have

Under the pale moonlight, one more geist wandered the darkened woods under the silver light of the celestial body above. Abaddon however, didn't think much of it other than a light source in the dark, to help his eyes adjust depending on how much light was offered from above, how much was shrouded by clouds or trees - how much his own fur would glean in the lustrous gleam of night. 

The scent of another caught his attention a while back, cautiously he followed it. The trail of a woman, uncertain with what he wanted with her, but it was someone new to meet. To see what would come of it. Entertainment? Companion? Something always came from it provided they were not associated with the "Saints" and their half-brained members. 

Well, aren't you an interesting one. The pale man stepped forward from behind on her trail, already caught by the shatter of a small branch under his toes. The two of them had similarities between them, as much as any porcelain creature did such as they are.