What was it...or more likely - who was it? A quiet, nearly silent padding of soft paws against the hardened, cracked soil of the gully rang softly in his ebony harks. Even the sound of the sauntering intruder brought pleasure to his mind and dark soul. Smirking, the hunter continued to listen to the crackling of twigs as a creature such as them - yet of an obviously much lower rank un-stealthily trespassed.
Oh dear; and it was a female as well. Long had he awaited for another slave to call his own, or perhaps his brother could use another slave. Either way, he believed in the phrase 'Finders' keepers' too much to know that the slave would belong to him. Against the plain, his crimson pelt blended in, ebony wings plastered to his side neatly as a spark of blue a'lit his glistening eyes. Coming to a complete stop before the storm and ivory hued female. Although she did not seem weak, all were weak compared to he and the wrath of his kin so she would surely be an easy target.
"Do you know where you are, dear?" asked the brute sarcastically as he looked upon the female. "You will make a splendid slave for me or my brother!" said Kycim. Suddenly, he threw a fire ball her way to wound her. At least she couldn't fight back then.