The shallow waves roared into the night, this darkness was so clear and bright. The stars had brought forth a protection from the thirsty shadows. This unusually warm night brought peace to mind. The cool water glistened like a massive gem that wrapped itself around the world. The moon looked down on the two figures, the gentle moonbeams dancing and spreading life to the sleeping world. Dusk felt protected in the night, as long as the moon shone down on him, lighting up his path and destiny.
The other man had exchanged a rather formal greeting, clearly stating that he goes by the name Winter. In an orderly fashion, the night hunter would introduce himself as well. Approaching the sparkling white male, a complete opposite of what fur Dusk had, the man would introduce himself formerly.
"I am Dusk Oaks and I have come from the Willows of the West. And I am on a quest, would you be interested, sir?"
What was this quest? What sort of adventure was it? Was it as exciting as he had said it? Ah, he would not say that. He would only say what he would have to say, and if this man would refuse this great offer for adventure, then the striking black hunter would be off.
"Speech"
