So it ever was. So will it always be. Such is the nature of evil.
The thing inside of him had began to roil first thing in the morning, awakening him from a death-like slumber as it seized his body and began to molest his insides with the same insidious thoughts that plagued him often. Images of death and darkness and a bright burning. What would it feel like to step into the wildfires of the spring, to feel the flames burning and peeled away at his fur, at his skin, at the very marrow of his bones? Perhaps it was something like what he felt now with that ancient darkness inside of him, demanding use of his body and soul.
Whatever this primordial evil had in mind for him, it began by awakening him and he soon found his legs trailing in the direction of the seaside pack. Away from the spruces and the pines of Taviora, where he often crept beneath the shade of the trees and peeked from the alcoves of rocks. A constant spy he was, waiting for the moment when he knew life would offer up a tempting morsel and he would take it.
Sunlight filters down from the leafy canopy as he stalks beneath the trees, crossing the invisible barrier that marks the edge of Glorall. Along with the stench of piss that is the strident reminder of Tesseract's control over the pack. Protocol dictates he should call and let the alpha know he is here - yet Underidge is above such protocol. He is a parasite that does not announce itself. A tick that will latch and suck and kill all in the name of survival and pleasure. Whatever drove him today was not here for kindness and such frippery. It had a darker intent and he would find out what that instinct had in mind.
He pauses at the edge of a small clearing with his ears flicking to and fro to catch the sounds of life in Glorall. The roar of the waves against the sand nearby, the cry of seagulls to one another, and the brush of wind through grass. In the shade he seems a wraith, his silver toned body with black undercoat making him a ghost of sorts and his eerie silver eyes glaring out at the world from a lanky, slightly underweight figure. What would come his way this day?
UNDERIDGE
TWO - MALE - NO HEART - OPHELIA'S SOUL
OF TAVIORA - ENDERLY X BANSHEE