Arrow Lake mourntart

the man revealed his name; a powerful name, remarked thorn, for a powerful creature -- in silence he watched as the tactician announced their next endeavor, a stag to be conquered.

the brute allowed a small smile -- for bloodsport was a game well practiced by the fell beast, and he looked forward to the prospect of proving his worth to the imperial stigmata.

falling in step behind the tungsten leader, thorn nosed along the riffled snow, eyes trained ahead.