Therthis
The black king followed the thin call silently, his dark wings folded tightly against his sides, their white tips in stark contrast with the deep ebony that seemed to envelop him in his own mind, away from the world that constantly sought him out.
"Yes, Scar?" he said quietly, coming upon the pure white form of his queen, her silvery body shining in the light of the few stars that broke through the veil of grey clouds above. Her blood shone a deep red, almost black against her pelt, and Therthis felt a stab of guilt once more, remembering all that he had put her through, and all she had withstood for him.