Light of The Ancient Clans: Moon of Change | PRO |More Like This
It was dark. The sky was almost indistinguishable from the sodden earth which laid below it. Even the darkest of shadows, which were stretched all across the muddy ground, were difficult to discern. The only thing that could be seen was a pitch black figure which was faintly outlined by what little moonlight could pierce through the dense clouds. It made no movements. It was silent. It held the kind of silence heard only before something leapt out from the bushes and tore you to pieces. The one sound that could be detected was a faint ‘thump thump’ not too far from where the shadow crouched. It was far too faint to be a blood-beat. What else could it have been?
“Rrrrroooak!” A deep voice bellowed from the depths of the stirring mist. The shadowy figure made an almost unnoticeable movement. It crept forward, perking it’s pointed auds toward the direction of the croak to listen for the noise