Darkness seems to have shrouded the lands, a dangerous black blanket that has practically drowned out all of the light. Thick clouds loom overhead, threatening to cover the world in an abysmal black. The stars are suffocating, moon dying and all at once the night seems alive. Creatures of the deep seem to pour out from the shadows, lurking and slithering into the open for it is their time to play. A poisonious fog seems to seep along the grassy floor, pouring into the souls of all those that dwell here. In the middle of it stands a charcoal colored figure with an even darker colored soul. It is as if the very fog that has lived here longer is afraid to go near to the massive figure. It swirls around him, so very close yet never quite touching. The male is waiting, watching, those crystalline orbs peering into the black to see the forms of others deep within. Not to his surprise, he doesn't see any. Somehow, he knows others are there.

His thick talons dig into Mother Earth's bosom, her nonexistant screams echoing in his ears. His hackles raise slightly, fur shifting as a presence is felt. It is highly unlikely that he has imagined such a feeling. The beast sits, lowering his hind to the floor as he continues his decision to wait. It is outside of the borders that this male can be found for he has yet to decide whether he will bother with joining such a thing. He has been watching for numerous days, lurking hidden behind invisible walls as he observed the others within. The murk and filth that dwelled here reminded himself of his bastard of a twin. Wherever that idiot was. The scarred soldier wasn't worried about his lethal sibling though, the fool would find his own way or die. After all, it wasn't his turn to watch him.

Something stirs in the distance, causing a bloodstaind kisser to lift and reveal daggers. The blood is from his recent kill, a measly rabbit with only a little bit of meat upon old bones. He remembers how it felt when his weak little neck snapped within his powerful jaws, how it felt to have that delicious crimson liquid slide down his parched throat, how it felt to take yet another life. The beast salivates, blood mixing with his own saliva as it stirs within his mouth Tongue slips out between his silently snarling mouth to drag along his stained lips until finally, he calms himself. He still wasn't sure whether or not he was going to be a part of this, a part of something bigger. Judging by the scent now carried upon the winds though, it appeared as if he wouldn't have much time to decide.

Something wicked this way comes.

"hear my battle cry."