Perched high up in the supports in one of the opened rooms sat the dark figure of a shadow colored cain. The rooms candles where all out with exeption to few and the fresh sent of smoke filled the arc roofed room. The color of the flickering flames reflected of the pitch black horns that sat on his head and gave his purple coat a dark magenta hue.
Why did he chose to sit here of all places, but to sort out his own thoughts on how to kill another. He enjoyed being in high places and was quite flexible for his age, he also chose keep to the shadows as much as possible. Most people would not take note that he was there untill they where on top of him or it was already to late for his pray but it was not likely that the one he wanted would be around.
His golden eyes opened taking a flame color from what little light lit the warm room. What would he find to night and who could he play with. Not many would be around at this hour, maybe because of rumors of ghosts haunting the echoing halls or was it something else?
Why did he chose to sit here of all places, but to sort out his own thoughts on how to kill another. He enjoyed being in high places and was quite flexible for his age, he also chose keep to the shadows as much as possible. Most people would not take note that he was there untill they where on top of him or it was already to late for his pray but it was not likely that the one he wanted would be around.
His golden eyes opened taking a flame color from what little light lit the warm room. What would he find to night and who could he play with. Not many would be around at this hour, maybe because of rumors of ghosts haunting the echoing halls or was it something else?