Haunted Wood something wicked this way comes

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The answer he was given was not the one he desired, but the dark knight's attention was drawn away from the words to listen to the wind - the wind that had ceased to pummel the forest, still. The sudden cover of silence had his senses perk, coiled and ready to spring into action with less than a second's notice, like a snake; he was a skilled fighter, prepared to kill if it was required, watch as the blood was drained from a limp body, staining white snow a vivid crimson.

A slither of frosted air slipped from parted lips, eyes trained harshly on the male. "What are you doing here?" He rephrased, determined to gather at least one detail about this stranger, a detail that was not gained by drinking the wind. He had been in service for essentially his entire life, raised in the shadowed domain of Blackfeather among the assassins and executioners - outside jobs had been acquired too, kidnappings included; what had this young man ever done? Was he worth Aries' time, with any hidden secrets beneath the sheen of gold in his gaze?