Twisted

Cadaver had been on the move, exploring the familiar territory that he called home. His wanderings had taken him along well-trodden paths, the sights and scents of the plains filling his senses. He was lost in thought, reminiscing about past adventures and contemplating the mysteries of the world around him. As he rounded a bend in the trail, Cadaver's ears perked up at the sound of his name being called. He paused, his curiosity piqued, as he caught sight of Redrum approaching. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he recognized his friend, his tail wagging in greeting.

His answer came quickly, a mixture of both joy and deep-rooted affection. "Redrum!" he exclaimed, his mismatched eyes blazing with excitement as he takes in the familiar figure standing before him. The bond of camaraderie between them is palpable, radiating warmth and strength. "What are you up to?" His gaze was warm, his mismatched eyes reflecting the fledgling friendship that had managed to grow between them.

"Cadaver Nightwing"