The night wore on, and Uisge would stalk the undergrowth as restless as ever. Then again, he was never one to sleep much, at least no more then a few hours a day. He was the stalker of the shadows, a being that thrived on blood and the misery of others. Sleep was for the weak, and he was not of that kind. Tonight, however, he was seeking out a few things for his next concoction. A poison that could render someone into paralysis, useless. Unable to do anything but watch silently as he slowly tortured their bodies. Oh how he loved it. Perhaps he could practice on one of the prisoners.
The scent of blood would draw him to a stop. Nostrils flaring as he gazed about to locate the scent holder. Ears cocked forward at the sound of crunching, the all too familiar sound of bone crunching enticed him. Slowly and quietly, he'd move forward. Though he knew there was no danger, it was pack territory after all, and nothing slipped by the borders without someone knowing. He clambered over the roots of the trees, tail flickering behind him as sapphire pools sought out a form of a pack mate, though not one he had officially met. It was a female yearling, one he knew that had fought and lost against Narfi. A light smirk would crease his features, voice coming forth in a purr. "Havin' a midnight snack eh?" He purred, accented gaelic lyrics rolling off his tongue.
"Speech"
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