Honeyed Pasture villain

Drakonis Svartell.

How peculiar. The reaper did not miss how his ebony father had failed to mention more of his own blood trekking the earth, especially those who may have been wandering the teekon for plenty of moons now, oblivious to the soldier who'd claimed a little slice of it himself. Of course Dakarai had carved secrets to his chest, whispering not a word to anybody but his own mind - Aries wasn't angry, it just further connected his father to cowardice. Hiding his mistakes.

"Your father." Came the sinister but blank words, drifting forth across the wind with an expression of solemnity. "Was his name, by any chance, Dakarai?"

His black lips curled into a half smirk. "Aries Svartell."