Amethyst quartz eyes were set on the horizon, which was something different than usual already about this night. There were a lot of things out of the ordinary on my behalf that made this night different, something already alike any other. The first was upon deciding that I couldn’t remain dormant in my lair at the bowels of the earth forever, there was something about the woodlands that was calling out to me, curdling the already tempered blood that scorched in my veins. It was the lingering scent of Diveen, or rather a very small fragment to the entire puzzle that seemed to stray away. I didn’t care for why the poor thing decided to venture off into the night, nor did I care for where it was going—all I cared for was that the damned thing was to go back from whence it came.

This embodiment of black was one most alluring if eyes were ever to behold such bewitching grace, for I was the essence of darkness itself, not some measly shadow. Through the tall reeds of grass I would lower myself, sinking limbs down to that I would weave about hardly making a disturbance to the field before it came to meet the community of trees that manifested the Enocra Woodland. Slithering my way past and into the border of the forest, keeping myself astray from the worn patches that left the trails of past visitors and, instead, kept my weight feathered on the unscathed turf beneath paws. There was something ominous about this night, about how the darkened clouds and rolled over the horizon and kept the moon from illuminating the earth below it, how the weather was on the brink of a storm, a clash of forces, yet it kept the world waiting for the impact.

A sudden howl had pierced the sky, calling the supposed children of the night, the demons that were not a part of Iromar, but of something else entirely. It was then that the trail had embarked into the direction from where the howl had originated from, which was something that piqued my interest a bit too highly. What in the world was an Angel doing, answering to this call? Ah, perhaps an heir to the throne it was falling a bit short was deciding to take another path? How interesting.

Ebony paws carried on, my gait slown to a stalking stride as the sight of the pair of wolves came into view. The one who reeked of the angel lands, the black and gold one, was just as much as I had predicted. The angels were marked primarily with white and russet, where as she was quite the opposite. Poor thing, and she was only a year younger than I, so she’d be the quickest to pick off but probably not the most appetizing. The other, however, was a bit more promising. He was a rather tall and large fellow, one with a marbled coat of whites, greys, and variations of browns. He didn’t look anything close to the formidable nature of the demons in Iromar, though I try to hold my perceptions of people to a minimal. So after the girl’s comment about summoning the dead, I found my queue.

Stepping forth from the shadows, my skull was held up higher than usual, up past my shoulders as if I were balancing a crown atop my rather impeccable head. My tail had participated in the same manner, strung up like a banner to show that my confidence was enough to dethrone just about any sort of dominance. Circling about the female first, my tail purposefully would brush against the throat of her neck as I made my way past, words of silver laced with eerily seducing bells clearing the air.

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard someone mentioning waking the dead.” My paws carried me over to the direction of the male, though I kept my arrival foreboding and delayed for the time being. I’m sure we could become more acquainted as time drudged on, but for now, I left a foot or two of space between he and I. It wasn’t until I had rested my weight down on my rear haunches, having made my point, before turning my head over my shoulder as my back was now facing the girl so that I could finish addressing the angel. Amethyst quartz eyes were laid upon the girl once more, as if the crystal themselves were digging into this stranger’s pelt.

“Was that you, my dear?”

Nightingale
take a journey with me tonight