Lust for the Crimson, Crave for the Ruby

"It is a mark of death dealing. The Sigma of something you may become one day, a feared murderer."

Slade saw a spark of something in this man. It looked too, like something he held within himself, once upon a time. A time so long ago, when reasoning and justice failed even him, the leader of The Nightmares. A greatly respected pack, only to fall from the affair his wife had. A heartbreaking thing, it was. What was this that lay active in this man's own gaze? This similar state he too, spent every day in?
Ah, the name of it...
Insanity.

"Who are you, wolf?"

Slade kept the peripheral on their surroundings, his volcanics locked onto the company before him. He definitely had more to investigate of this agouti, this one he had never witnessed tread through the pack lands.