Snippet #1722410

Braving the last few moments of sunlight and risking burning himself Charles LeMarr decloaked himself, tucking away the lapels of his coat as his hands dug deep into his pockets. He'd been on his way, through the woods, the tickets and to the castle to speak to who he knew to be the leader of the clan; Deamala. He sought to speak of things that concerned no one other than him. Of course that was paste tense.

Something had stirred his mind, boiled his blood and called the ferality that he knew so well in both life and death to the surface. A howl echoed through the woods. Louder than any wolf and any creature not feared by man Charles knew not what had fallen amid him in these woods, but would not let opportunity forsake him. He set off towards the howl, slow steps crunching the fallen leaves and dead timbers of the ancient trees.