Two demons born of darkness

The usually insomniatical, Slade surprised his own self, by awakening. When the hell did he succumb to slumber? He would have to fix that. The dark king did not like sleep, for it had the tendency to leave one unguarded, and vulnerable, but considering his senses alerted him to a howl that sprang through the solemn silence of the night, he had to have been prepared somehow, for this event.
The sect that Meldresi, the Shadow Queen, herself, had previously mentioned.
A mark he had the opportunity to be graced with.
A mark he would take with honor.

With a sadistic smile, his lion like limbs churned a mass of dead leaves beneath him, as his form dipped in and out of comforting shadows, a brother amongst brothers.
The Nightmare was a blur.
And soon enough, the wood thinned, and his cover was taken just as easily from him, as it was given. Standing just as he, was Moon Bane, the Pale one, and silently Slade took regal steps to give the white warrior a faint, yet noticeable tail touch of his own, a sign of acknowledgment and respect.
Then he too, sat and gazed upon the Ebony Lady who gazed down just as fairly as they looked up to her, the powerful stare of her ethereal lavenders keeping his thrumming heart, calm.

"Hello, Meldresi. ", he spoke, his now familiar baritone spanning in the clearing, though purposeful to the beauty, and to her alone.