Up the hill, just a short distance, a dark watcher listened to the goings-on inside the cabin amongst the trees. Baleful red eyes, glowing brightly despite Tiamat's full moon above, observed unblinkingly, catching the shudder of the buildings framework as a man was thrown against the confines of the wall.
Kranath had been tracking the titanic figure in dark armor, having sensed the darkness surrounding and permeating his essense several days back. And so, he stood in the boughs of a tree, one hand splayed against the trunk. A brief wind fluttered the bottom of his black long-coat, also blowing about the long silken strands of his jet black hair. Moonlight played across deathly pale flesh, cheeks marred with symbols of darkness writhing just beneath his skin.
He could smell blood and fear - it was delicious. And he could sense power, separate from the towering man he had tracked here. Something....almost alive, yet not, as if it were a living piece of something greater than itself. He couldn't explain it, but he didn't need to.
It was power. And he determined that Tiamat - and him, by extension - would have it.
The dragon assassin leapt silently from his perch to land just as quietly upon the ground, hitting the ground running. The soft soles of his shoes made nary a sound as they flew across the leaf-strewn earth, not a single piece of the littered foilage betraying his approach with even a rustle.
This was his work. Silence. Stealth. Darkness. And murder, if need be.
He was naught but a shadow as he entered the shattered doorway of the cabin, and his expressionless gaze flicked down to the crushed corpse on the floor. As if reacting to a dangerous presence, his blood-hued gaze suddenly flooded with utter darkness, the whites and retinas of his eyes completely hidden by blackness.
When he spoke, his voice echoed oddly, filled with a silken, dark power that could invoke paralyzing fear in the stoutest of hearts.
"I can smell you... I can feel your darkness... I would have it, and I will take it."
His thin lips curled into a wicked, predatory smile, and the dark symbols across his face spread outward into a dark network of Eldritch lines of black, giving his face a broken appearance.
"The night smells of blood....and I would taste of it..."