Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

@Grimnir



Slade had found the scent, the one he had not listed down in his folder of met lupines, ones who were at least not tresspassing. The dark king had found it a bit peace inducing that he did not have to be smothered by the constant prescence of another pack member, for he desired solitude. He was a beast who did not care for the company of others, for it only distracted him of the world around him.

Yet, tonight was different. It was that night, that he had to meet this wolf, and store the identity and personality in a file of rememberance lodged within his mind. It wasalso, a duty he had to maintain as a soon to be Warden of the pack lands, that he know each and every soul that tread on the haunted grounds.

His shimmering locks of ebony glistened with light flecks of icy snow crystals that had made themselves home on his hide, the man getting the appearance of a phantom, one who bore the proud mark of the Dark Brotherhood on his shoulder. Such a lovely thing, the sharp crimson paw, the dangerous contrast of color to his thick shadow pelt. It gave him the sigma of authority he felt he had the right to bear, though with the right came his humility to the proper officials, and as of themoment, those were only his pupil, MoonBane, and the etheral priestess and very Alphess, herself, Meldresi.
He need not bow to others.

Slade only needed to cast his fiery golden embers across the dark forest a few times, before they found purchase on the pelt he had to connect with the scent. 'So this is him,' Slade mused silently.
The massive wolf shook his thick ruff, and followed through with the rest of his form, until his warm hide was free of all matting,and spoke the deep baritones that enstilled the area to the revernce of deathly silent soundlessness.

"Oh, illusive one, how softly you walk. I welcome you to these woods, as a fellow member of Black Feather."