Wandering a Nightmare

Slade only barked a series of laughs at Bane's choice.
How could he not have said it?
Hell, even Slade would have chosen that for the girl.

Nearly everyone had their way with the female, his Brother even picking the option of drinking her life's essence, giving his appearance one of a true killer.
Slade could not have been more pleased.

Then the girl had surprised the Dark King. She denied herself the chance of saving her life. The one and only opportunity she had to leave the very woods that could entomb her corpse, adding it to the array of already murdered things they kept, the once living who could not survive the test of time, nor their ceaseless carnage.

"I suppose we are only left with the option of killing you, then. You are a selfish individual, for you think of yourself, and yourself only. Imagine how your pack will feel at the loss of yet another member of theirs? You are bringing the very pack you swore yourself to, nothing but shame and defeat. "

A head shake was given her way, only to give way to a malignant smile, his ivories gleaming in the light, reflecting even in the spilling rubies from her wound. Slade murmured to the gathered family of BlackFeathers,

"Death seems to be triumphant, friends. It thirsts for itself to be made known, tonight. Let us assist it."