Wandering a Nightmare

Slade considered the dark females option, his hellfires resting on the defiant whelp before them all. Another prisoner, another hostage upon BlackFeather grounds. A well landed blow to the SwiftCreek would suffer under. They wish to lose members left and right.

As much as he seconded the opinion, it would have to wait, for the hellion took off at Banes threat.

"A soul filled with fright, will flee, and fleeing, she is."

A smile slit on the dark kings maw, the action devoid of happiness, only a lust he and his pupil both shared. One for a thrill to chase, one to spill the scarlet liquid to the the thirsty ground. So without a second thought, Slade joined in the Hunt.
Whirring through the haunted lands, over fallen logs,through snow, he chased, never too close,but far enough to snap at her heels.