A figure dressed in ancient armor moves silently through the Hive Ward. He makes no sound of breath and no sound of step. His hair has greyed and a large, wicked looking, scar runs up the entirety of the right side of his face. A few alleys back, a corpse sits slumped up against some old trash bins. Its blood had been drained.
Word is that this creature is trying to locate a group of people similar to himself, a Coven. His hope is to find safety amongst those who live as he does, a home, not simply bystanders passing in the night.
Searching In The Night
