Greatwater Lake Angel And The Demon

The filteration of barely surviving light was knocking at the den eyelids of the Nightmare.
It annoyed him, a persistent yet necessary thing, the brightness. With a audible yawn, the obsidian brute made his way to his fours, and shook off the last of his roar like yawn. Volcanic irises scanned the sight infront of him, the satisfaction of seeing thick trunks, gnarled roots, and pain promising thistle thorn pronged bushes that fringed his den clearing.

Slade took slow yet long strides toward the slight opening amongst the foliage, and took the shortest path to the 'Outland', a term he was beginning to call the 'happy happy joy joy' grass lands inhabited by those who thrived in happiness.
Comming upon the pack borders, he passed over them, and soon felt the rays of the sun on his back.
It bothered him, yet the shadow king tolerated it.
He traveled down to a water hole, a lake like pond, expecting more solitude, only to realize his expectations came up short.

A pale girl, a pelt that bore artic relations in he blood.

"Hello, there."

His deep baritones sliced the silence between them, as his golden and orange fiery gaze fixed themselves on her lappin the waters surface.