Wandering a Nightmare

'Looks to be one who owns a wish to her own demise, for her eyes and nose seem blind and dysfunctional. Dare i witness more of this treachery before her head lands on a head upon the cold forest floor, and her crimson soon blanket it with fading warmth?' Slade mused to himself.

The Nightmare walked silently through his home, the home to all who dwelled, killed, and breathed rightfully on the land that this female had failed to distinguish as her bane.
He had watched this girl fail enough. Now it was time for her to be punished for her misdoings.
And one thing Slade had no patience for was dealing with tresspassers.

"It seems as though Sithis has sent a sacrifice to Black Feather Woods, yes? I feel it is justified by the sole fact,..."
Slade stepped from the shadows, melting from the void like darkness that surrounded the hellion on every which way, the very Void he protected with his life.
"that you walk upon claimed lands...lands that do not in return, claim you as one who is chosen to walk upon them. "

Volcanic embers stared calmly at the bright girl, the girl who's very pelt alone, was not homely in the shadow entombed place.

"I feel it would be best if i killed you, and prevented my Alphess from even having the burden of knowledge that a tresspasser was allowed on her land, and allowed to live. Would you like that?"

A curious tilt of his head, he examined her, the hellfires finding every way to kill her, every spot alone to puncture with the venom laced ivories he kept sheathed within his jaws. However, he would not kill her, just yet. She did have the gift of having her say in the opinion, before he would send her straight to Sithis, himself.