Sick Like Me

Cadaver could hear Illusion's voice ringing out behind him, a string of sugar-coated venom that cut through the sweltering heat. The sneering tone caught his attention – she was upset. But he was not phased; in fact, he welcomed the confrontation. Twisting around to face her, his monumental frame blotched by the fierce sun casting long shadows behind him, he sneered back at her. "Not now Illusion," he growled, his piercing eyes narrowed with irritation. Her complaints fell on deaf ears; he had no patience for her antics today. Stepping away from the edge of the scorching asphalt lake, he positioned himself between her and any potential danger, presenting an intimidating figure. His fur, a stark contrast against the darkened landscape, seemed to shimmer under the unforgiving rays of sunlight, adding to his imposing presence. “Be a good girl, and go home.” His voice low as he offered her a first and only warning.

"Cadaver Nightwing"