[Passionate Shadow]

Azale crouched low in the tall amber colored grasses of the evening. His long sharpened ears twitching and he sniffed the air. His delicate scenes at work as he waited for his next ‘victim’. He was sure some one would travel by on the barely worn path. His dark heliotrope colored hair shined slightly in the twilight hour light.The changing hues, and shades of the sky reflected upon the Loch Ril'tounen. Sharp grasshopper green eyes kept to the small path looking for the traveler he knew was coming. With worn leather and fur clothing, he bended in to his pale surrounding easily. The hell hound licked a fang impatiently his carnal instincts depending on an easy job. His wrapped a leather clad and clawed hand around the bone hilt of the small skinning knife he had ready to pounce at any moment. True like anywhere else Thievery was not smiled upon but the pale hell hound hadn’t the means of any true work-he preferred the life of traveling. His Dirt smudged skin, and poorly bandaged wounds, proved he hadn’t been to a town in ages He smirked hears the soft foot steps just a head and crouched lower in to his hiding spot before pouncing out at his unseen target hoping to catch them by surprise.