dancers to a discordant system

The lanky male moved like a specter through the dark forest. Even in the darkness of night, the land was cloaked in a seemingly impenetrable fog. It hung heavy and dense over the earth, providing enough moisture to keep the summer night more bearable in temperature. From beneath the light of the moon he moved, his only source of light the faint light from above that shone sporadically through the thick treetops above. The night was his domain -- and there was no hesitation in his step as he journeyed through the forest.

His pawsteps were quiet, hardly more than a faint shuffling as he navigated the tangled vines and tree-roots that grew on the forest floor. His eyes, glimmering emeralds that shone fiercely through the darkness, would attempt to pierce the thick fog to see into the distance. The brute's ears would swivel, searching for something to entertain him on this dark night, for while he treasured Katja's company she was admittedly not always the most entertaining companion.

Before embarking on his nighttime escapade, he'd found a quite interesting plant to consume -- devils weed, he'd heard it been called, and he felt the name was rightfully earned. For the thoughts that lurked inside his head grew more wicked as the effects of the herb fully set in; his mind seemed to slip slightly with each step, into a dull delirium. Pleased, he would tilt his head upward to gaze through the dense fog, occasionally seeing the gentle glimmer of stars from above, grinning lopsidedly at the sky, thanking the goddess Nótt silently for allowing the sun to rest and darkness to come and cleanse the earth.