Haunted Wood something wicked this way comes

Again was his enquiry ignored, brushed away as if nothing more than dust - his lip curled, but it was the words that slipped from the stranger's voice that gave him a sliver of a chance. Soldier, he said, but in questioning such a title, he was questioning Aries' entire existance, his very being... then again, perhaps he was correct. Perhaps there was more to him than bloodshed and steel, death and violence-

-But what would this male know of anything? He did not know the Svartell, not the crooked starborn who stood before him now, nor the old one who had perished at the hands of his own daughter.A curse befalls all Svartell men - that is what he had been told; he did not bend to the rules of a curse, no, he snapped it right in two and used it to sharpen his teeth. Maybe Aries himself was the damn curse, a king of the shadows sworn to inject seething blackness into any crack of light.

"Like what?" he challenged, frosted slither of breath sliding from between his lips, prowling closer so they were forced to breath the same air.