Born of Shadows {j}

◆for Warden, I join you. :P ◆


Slade had been precise of where he placed the scent markers, and only after placing the 23rd rub against a dying oak, did the howl make its haughty way towards his auds. The obsidian turned his path, and made swift work of the distance where he last heard the sounds of such. And after passing the tribulations of the claw like trees, Slade placed his eyes on the form on a slight smaller, yet built male, one who reeked of Loner. A bleeding loner. One whos blood churned his desire to finish him off.
yet, he could not do such a thing.

"What brings you to BlackFeather? Speak properly, or risk your ebbing life to be fully drained from your corpse."

The baritones rang clear across the distance, and with a regal look, the Nightmare regarded the hessian with a merciless stare.