On Top Of The World

Cadaver had been resting within the outskirts of their territory when the call came, the deep echoing resonance immediately seizing his attention. Change was in the air; he could smell it, taste it, feel it prickling the hairs on his back. He was no stranger to change in his short life, but this felt different. Grim curiosity tugged at him, pulling him from his solitude towards the gathering. His colossal form moved with a predatory grace, the stark contrast of his black and white coat visible even in the diminishing twilight. The sight that greeted him stirred both his interest and contempt. Enki was on the throne?

"Cadaver Nightwing"