Halkuonn

His paws felt heavy. Each step reflected throughout his entire frame, like electricity rippling away in waves across his muscles. As if the land itself recognized his utopia, his... living in a parallel dimension, and tried to call him back to Mundus to no avail. Staring emptily at the clearing below him where wolfkin went about their duties, he breathed heavily through his nostrils before peeking inside the entrance. He was two steps in when the silvery voice danced through the air. "How do you feel, Deathbringer?" Hellion's horn-like ears twitched backwards, hazel eyes piercing through the dimly lit cave. She sounded like honey tempered with poison - as she always had - but the hint of age was there. His mother stood proudly at the end of the cove, nested comfortably in her bedding of leaves, grass and cotton, sanguine pelt contrasting against hues of grey and brown, like blood freshly spilled on the earth. "Older than I am." He replied quietly when their eyes met, walking