Darkness loomed before like a terrible tower, with an evil lord ready to toss you to the dungeon, letting you drown in the sinking mud which was now beneath your feet. Shadows crept around the edges, ready to smother any who dared to free themselves. The trees themselves seemed to groan as their spiny branches grasped for the backs, hair, faces of all who entered. A light mist still hung to the air from the surrounding land, but it was the darkness which masked the eyes. Glowing eyes could be seen, or was it imagined, watching anyone who came near. Did they report to a higher being? Or were they just hungry for prey? Who can tell if they even exhist?
A slender figure made its way in the darkness, seeming to be one with it. A long black cloak trailed wildly behind her, the eerie wind seeming to whistle through the land. The branches grasped the figures long locks of black waves, a slight scream of fury emitting from the female's mouth. Not even the canine sight given to the form could penetrate, but it was still something of an adventure to be in a land such as this. She turned her ivorn face back, breaking the twig off in her anger, freeing her hair from its strange grasp. The intoxicating darkness seemed to hold an aura of anger, filling her lungs with a need for darkness. There was a strange healing for such a creature as this in that land. Arriving at a suitable place, she lowered her form to the ground in a careless manner, though it appeared graceful in its own twisted way. Such was the effect of the shadows. She breathed deeply, enjoying the silence of the darkness which now surrounded her.
"A gift..." A melodious voice drifted through the air. She sighed in relief, the shadows seeming not to daze her. "A wonderful gift of silence and darkness." A smile crossed her mouth, though it could scarcely be seen in such shadows. A creature of darkness, perhaps a spider or some unnameable character, traveled over her slender fingers which rested on the ground. A tickling sensation ran up her arm, a laugh escaping her, filling this land of darkness and decay with an odd mirth. "I wonder if any others find themselves in these lands..."
At that moment, her hand which had been used as a bridge, began to sink into the mud of the forest. "Oh," a surprised gasp escaped her. She pulled her hand out of the sticky liquid with great effort, the ground not ready to give up its fresh food. Finally removing her hand, she used the tail of her cloak to clean it of the darkness. She glanced around, her eyes able to see slightly farther than the human because of her wolfen heritage, hoping to sight another who enjoyed this sort of darkness, or perhaps a curious wanderer being swallowed by the earth. Such things always did delight her.