He moved with silent steps this day, obsidian form gracing the earth on blackened wings that whispered a darkened promise across the earth as he parted tree and shadow, breathe rising like smoke within the frost of the air to wither and wreath his blackened form as those thick class splintered and shatter the ice that snapped and fractured beneath his hulking dark form. He comes to Glorall this day, seeking the liquid that flows so readily from the falls of Angels to spill and plunge into the streams of this pack land, his mind fixated only on this task as he passes unhindered over the border line. He is not bound by such laws, his darkened form gliding over the mark on an Alpha to whom he does not bow, seeking the water left unfrozen by winter as he strides so smoothly along the banks of the river, pausing only to lower his head and partake of the chilled water that the demons of his mind demand, tongue sliding from his lips, white fangs parting to allow this motion, the droplets of loose liquid washing clean the blood of his muzzle to stain the perfection of the stream as he drinks, those dead, devoid eyes staring ahead, unmoving, unblinking, alert to all that moves and breathes within his presence before his thirst is sated and he continues on.

He pays no mind to the chilling cold as his form moves ever forward, the thickness of his pelt shielding his blackened form from the icy fingers of cold as he passes through the stream, moving lift himself to the bank outside and wander deeper within the lads of Glorall. He does not deviate, his path remaining straight, his fractured mind fixated on a new target as his nostrils flare and snort, tasting of each scent that litters this land, seeking only one amongst the jumbled, tangled array that his predatory senses so easily part. He does not require understanding in this, his mind has little care for such things, unable to perceive the bond and pull of soul as he passes across snow and sand. H seeks only to sate another form of hunger, seeks only to find this female once more, to allow his emerald gaze to rest upon her before parting yet again and returning to the side of Flare, the mate he has taken and sealed as his own in the nights that have past within the fields above. He pauses once more, the scent of blood causing the nightmarish creature to deviate from his path, seeking the reeking scent of death that draws him like a moth to flame, deadened eyes falling upon the half eaten fish that rests atop the snow, jaws lowering to part, to seize it, placing one blackened paw against it before piercing the flesh anew with his incisor’s and ripping free the spine as he rips free the life of all those he devours, tossing aside these useless fragments before beginning to consume the meal so carelessly left, tearing chunks of meat free, swallowing them with greedy abandon before grasping what remains in his bloodied knives, moving to his path once more.

He holds no care for those who may seek to block his path, his mind perceives only his own desire, the border and authority of all others ignored for they hold no such command of him. He moves with easy, flowing strides, his form crafted of perfection as he pauses outside the den of another, her scent thick and permeating as he eases his form to the earth once more, a summoning growl released from his lips, a demand for her presence before he eases himself to earth, moving to finish his meal, flesh and sinew ripped and torn between his fangs, dead eyes turned against the darkness of the den of Salem, waiting for her to appear and sate his own need once more as the blood of his meal runs down his chin and jaws to splash against the earth and snow as he consumes hungrily as always.