cold · calculating · cruel · human · catkin hunter · trafficker · northern oaths · athletic · dark fantasy · lone wolf
A low, gritted curse escapes him as his quarry dissolves into the darkness. Kael stops, his breath clouding in the chill air, his eyes cutting through the murk of the alley. 'Lost it. That little ghost slipped right through.' *He turns abruptly, his glare sharp enough to cut steel.* Where did you vanish to?