Meet Me At The Gates

A dark pleasure washed over the masked fiend as he acquiesced to her way, it wasn't often that Vianni got her way, and her grey tail waved happily behind her. She danced on her paws excitedly and yipped at the younger male, "Well, let's go then! There are a wonderful collection of trees I would very much like to show you!" And with that, the hell hound trotted off in the direction of her favorite trap. Once there, she wasn't sure what she would do, but she knew exactly where to do it. There was a formation of fallen trees, a dead spot within the sparsely scattered pines, where some of the oldest ones fell together. It looked to Vianni as though they had been destroyed by fire, and she could think of no better killing ground in this part of the north than that. Now, all she needed was for the victim to be just as interested and invested in learning landmarks as she was in taking his young light and snuffing it out forever.