Deceit, at its Best

@Finley , set within forest, but not past pack borders:)

The tranquil silence could be suffocating for those who knew nothing of silence, but it was peacefor the dark kind. On his side, he lay nestled amongst the remains of a dying rose bush, as if the once great floral arrangement was his throne. Content, he gazed through the thinly set tree trunks, his volcanic eyes feeling as though the could burn holes in the ravens that pecked at a dead creature in the distance.

Softly, the man hummed to himself,
"The sky has blacked, shadows fall upon the land, and within the swift blink of your eyes,
The Nightmare has Begun.
The slush of the blood, a spare limb left in the mud, the pitiful dying cries,
The Nightmare has Begun. "

The rest, he couldn't say, because it would make him want to go satisfy his bloodlust on some innocent creature. Not that he wasn't hungry, but he could wait.

He lowered his thickly furred head on the top of his wide paws, the soft pelt providing a pillow for him. The man curled his tail around the left of his body, the ethereal look of the obsidian coat due to the strange sprinkles of snow that refused to melt on his hide. Slade watched the world, as it withered away.