Vendetta's Threshold

•much appreciated, thank you, Mar. Gonna bump this up to the present, and hopefully you gt accepted, or else poor thread will be nonexistent.
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Slade was answered quite swiftly by a man, one who bore silvertine slivers as his sheathe, one graced with manners, and quite similarly aged. A male who walked with the confidence of wisdom, a lithe trait he shared with the greyscale, sky orbed hessian.

A returned nod to the newly appointed company, Slade greeted him as one would be if they joined a new family, which In this case, he was.

"Blessings to the parents of such a gentle stone wolf. Welcome to BlackFeather, Burke, I trust you have taken a liking to this beautifully crafted land?"

A jest, in truth is was. The sentence dripped the sarcasm that was allotted humor to the land, grounds full of death, despair, and vile misguided souls. Such a place, perfect to calling it a kingdom to the Nightmare.
With a softly inclined crown, he sent the light pelted man a soft chuff of recognition.

"I have not seen your hide amongst the darkness of he shadows that haunt this land, before. From what land have you hailed, friend?"

Without any hostile emotion, Slade examined him, the volcanic irises scanning the calm aura felt company.