Try Me

Made it here alone and still young! :D 16 and a half years later. xD

The dark king knew the Alphess desired the best for the pack, and since he joined, the brute swore he would not offer anything less than her wishes. So far, the Night Queen spoke of either hunting or discovering new land, and after his 4 years, he had no desire to poke his nose where he was not intrested in going. Killing was what he was best at, along with something he could never satisfy his savage and murderous lust on.
It seemed as if carnage was his soul essence.

The obsidian cloaked hessian slid as silent as death through the comforting darkness, his sensitive nares leading him to the scent he had encountered earlier in his time as a BlackFeather. ...
The Pale One.

Only the luminescent volcanic irises were visible in the stiffling shadows, keeping their stare on the snow warrior who had captured his attention as a possible protégée. A possible pupil in the arts of murder. Of death dealing.
A curled smile touched his midnight lips, but not enough to flash the brights in the night.

Slade wondered what the Pale One was accomplishing, and soon found him to traipse into the sickening swamp, surprisingly full of life.
Was the Warrior on the same mission as he?