Bramblepoint A knife in the dark.

phone post 4 u
Might add some style l8r

But Damien's fatal flaw had always been his arrogance. The dark prince believed himself and those under his command to be the only ones that knew the ways of the shadows. Spoiler alert: They weren't. He behaved as though the darkness worked in his favour, and although it did more often than not Damien hadn't gone a lifetime without surprises.

The pain dimmed down by the effects of the cold water and Damien allowed himself a few seconds to breathe before resuming his trek to Moonspire. He picked up a faint scent, a wolf surely, but failed to locate its owner as he scanned his surroundings expecting to find a defenseless creature. But the creature was an assassin, and it found him.

He revealed his presence with a question, a peculiar question that none but Dark Brothers would know the answer to, and Damien's ears swiveled before his head turned to the exact direction of the speaker. "Sanguine, my brother" he replies naturally and finally makes out the silhouette of the dark brother from the shadows.