Whispers in the Dark

*Sin* · 01-22-2014, 04:09 AM

Sin Armada

The night rolled overhead, the moon reflecting the snow upon the ground. Sin had grown restless, thus his stalking habits within the darkness of night. He seldom slept, insomnia a part of the beast, and when he did sleep he would do so with eyes open...a tactic learned from a rogue when he was one. It fooled others, for he always appeared as if he were awake. But tonight, he was wide awake.

He'd wander the terrain, soon coming upon a slight blood trail. A smirk appeared upon his maw, the scent accompanying the blood stains was that of glaciem. Had someone been careless? Only one way to find out. Silently he slunk forward, using the cover of the snow and the trees to approach as the crimson stains on his pelt the only give away that he was there. But even so, the shadows hid him well against the white background of snow. It did not take long until he came across a black fae, a Glaciem woman who appeared to be new, for she hardly wore the scent of the pack. "It is dangerous to wander alone...even in the supposed safety of the territory. Especially at night..." He rumbled darkly.

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