Deep inside the this foggy, damp forest, lives a man, if that is what you wish to call him. He sits under an old dead oak tree, this particular tree is significantly larger than most around it. The damp smell of dead plants remonesses around the entire area, adding an even earier feeling. He sits watching the unseeable abyss, waiting for an unexpected visitor to arrive. He is dressed in a long black cloak, almost darker than the night. He wears durable pants of the same color. Though you cannot see his face you can still sort of "see" that he is a handsome "Young" man. He is familiar with the Dark Arts, particularly the art of shadows. With his Katana at his side, he is ready for anything. He just sits and waits, hoping that he can meet, either, an ally that will acompany him in his quest to become the most feared being in all of Arda, or an unsuspecting victim that will fall to his blade.

"I wonder what today will bring us." He says, as if speaking to the forest.

"I wonder what today will bring us..."

On one of the lower branches of this oak tree rested a pixie. No more than about 2 inches in height, she was of the most peculiar coloration for one of her kind - usually they had brightly colored attire, and spectacular, shimmering wings that accented the striking hue of their features. But not she - instead, she wore a ragged gown of grey, going no farther than mid-thigh and lcompletely lacking in sleeves, with a result of a hint of miniature cleavage beneath revealed (if your eyesight was that good, anyway). Her hair was the darkest of ebonies, tied back into a messy bun that rested loosely against the nape of her neck, a few of those silken locks falling astray to frame her delicately pale features and accentuate the color of her eyes.

Her gaze was an icy blue, eyes holding almost an almond-like shape, tilted upwards at the outside corners. She seemed relentlessly curious as she watched the man resting below her... There was something going on behind those eyes, something devious and no good. But what was one to expect? She was a pixie, after all. Being essentially harmless, yet terribly trickster-like, this young being was one most would prefer avoiding - but fun nonetheless.

A pair of wings was attached to her back, the gauzey, delicate structures bonding seamlessly to the vertebrae between her shoulder blades. They, like her kin's wings, shimmered with a translucent gleam, reflecting the light in their movements - yes, they were moving, opening and closing slowly. Why? Well, for some reason, much like a butterfly, this young pixie's wings were constantly on the move, even when they weren't being used to carry her through the air. Her skin, which was very visible, since her gown was no more than rags at this point, was pale, seeming to hold a delicate shimmer; a luster, if you will, like a layer of moonlight was trapped beneath its outermost layer.

All in all, she seemed both frail and mischeivous at the same time; but for now, she remained where she was... Just watching.

Denzoom walked through the forest. He had no idea where he was. He was slowly losing his senses to the hunger that inveloped him. He needed to find blood fast, or else he might find himself drinking the blood of an innocent, and getting named for what he truly was. This forest of death did not seem a good place to find the life he must take.

He walked further. He was just barely himself now. A few more minutes, and he would lose control, becoming an animal in ogre skin. He sat down, prolonging the ordeal as much as possible. He sat under a tree for about two minutes, not moving any part of his body. In about thirty seconds, he would have completely lost control, had not a rabbit passed by. He bit the rabbit without even thinking about it, the blood flowing into his mouth.

He began walking again. The rabbit had bought him at least three hours. As he walked he came to a spot where, through the trees, he noticed a man sitting in a dark cloak. "I can have some fun with this one..." he thought, before heading out for the man to see him.

"Who are you, brave enough to cross the path of an ogre. Taller, stronger, and darker than you. I have powers you wouldn't even dream of having." Denzoom began circling the man. "And there's the matter of this." Denzoom pulled back his lips, revealing glistening fangs. "I believe you have something that will soon be mine..."