Deep in the thick shadows of wood, with the eyes of the cosmos being coveted by the obscure night.

Lies a fleeting and desperate prey, escaping from the joyous and gay celebrations to a world of darkness with it's approaching reaper hunting in a form of a slithery red mist.

The canine's chest beats with terror of the hungry thing, feeling it's presence getting excited as that oh tantalizing life flows in his panicking veins

World of nature seemed fleeting and unfeeling as Wallace, scurries through the hazy abyss, hoping to get away from this shadow of a mammal

Lungs grow deprived and legs become staggering in bleak desperation and suddenly pain shoots up from there as he falls over from the deafening sound of a flash from death.

'Tsk tsk shouldn't have left the party so suddenly Mr. Wallace!"

The hellish mist now forming into a solid mammal says with a sadistic grin, his weapon oozed mockingly.

'I-I told you all I know! I swear it!' The fear stricken mortal clutches his bleeding leg, that transfixed the creatures gaze and desire.

'Oh I know, I do appreciate your 'cooperation', telling me about 'Operation Legion Lazarus' and where I can find your facility was a big help"

The nosferatu's claws void of empathy in those empty veins, coil around in a viper's grip which causes Wallace to feel the realizing dread of doom.

'Now I'm afraid that you have little use for my associate but their is one last thing you can provide'

Ravenous hunger now filled his burning eyes, exposes his needle like fangs that pierces deep, suckling the fresh and warm vitality into his own body, tasting the rich flavors of the dying wolf's experiences and memories, gulps greedily at the deliciously diverse emotions of fear and anger until it subsides and all that is left is a empty husk and the slithering and brightly colored crimson cloud of the satisfied revenant

But it's never enough.



Art by these two awesome peeeps!  Lingrimm

Character and concept miiiiiiine