Blackfeather Woods what is the color of night?

Weird post ahead, be warned
I am still trying to get back into the swing of things lol

Perhaps it was her aura, as pale and grim as it had never been before, that drew him behind her that day. He'd seen her enter the forest, he'd seen her kick her way across the blood-stained borders, and he'd seen her pain through the colors she emanated. Kotake Melonii was in pain; not physical, but in the soul.

He stalked her, shamelessly, confidently, but making no sound in the process. Keelut, not a boy any longer, had learned how to control his joy impulses. Solitude had taught him, silence had refined it. He'd been in the shadows for a long time, pushed into them by the evident division that Blackfeather Woods was living, unable to decide which side he belonged to...

Unable?

Uninterested?

Keelut was as impartial and uninterested in the affairs of those around him as one could be. He lived in his world of color, in his world of unseen marvels, and those things unnatural to others were the thing he revolved around. Emotions, emotions were a complex thing, a thing that Keelut wanted to understand, to disarm, to master some day, and he had a scent and sight enhanced for that very only purpose. Kotake, like a siren, had caught the madman's attention with ease.