From the north, a cold wind blew onto the champions around the flames. Shadows dancing from its dying light, yet on the wind a faint whisper chimed, that of a armor clanking. With it came the muffled sound of breathing, not blocked or hindered by some mask or veil, but rather seemed as if whatever was making the sound was controlling its breath to ensure a more subtle approach. Along this soft breeze came a snap, not of metal but of Ivory, a signal to the hounds for them to stand down.


At the very edge of the light, even where the spirits would dare not tread, two eyes glossed over from the flames giving a more beastial look then man. Amidst this time, a third eye opened, and unlike its horizontal brothers, this one stood higher by comparison, almost as if looking down upon the group. Ire emitted from the shaded creature, and a wrath of foreboding presence loomed around the figure as it stood there watching, waiting.


Slowly, a hand came into view from the void surrounding the creature. A ebony-plated gauntlet covered the arm, and if one looked closely enough, could they tell no ore was found as the make up for the claws, but rather that of natural bone was present. With a small flick of the index finger, a gust of wind came to smother the remaining flames, leaving behind only the soft glow from the moon for light.


Standing tall, amidst the shadows of the twilight world, the master of the hounds silhouette became more defined. In the dim glow the vision of a vestige befitting that of a beast was seen, the once glossed eyes now burned with an angry hue. The arms that bridge the gap between Gauntlets and shoulders exposed a different kind of armor, one made of natural growth. Scales, dark as the might nights sky, stood boldly on the exposed section of the arms. Around the waist a simple cloth ragged and frayed at the end moved slightly covering the upper legs. From what could be seen of the rest of the legs they too seemed to be coated in the ebony plating as well, save for the feet which were exposed show not that of man, nor elf, but a beast.


Stepping forth the the creature parted the vestige, but moved it no more.


“You stand in my hunting grounds, intruders.” His words seemed to carry with it a heavy tone, that of someone world traveled. “Among you I see one of my own, tell me do you come for loyalty?”


As he spoke, one arm rose above his head, emitting a strange purple glow in the shape of a sphere. Any who could feel the presence of the arcane could feel the level of magic being used as the fallen hounds were broken down and drawn into the the void.