Syliph scowled, he just needed to find a dark guild, he needed to do this for his people, the Illumin was certainly going to pay. He had warmed up to the idea of joining a dark guild for revenge, he had been playing the memory of that fateful night in Oberon forest over and over again, that memory brought up some more painful wounds, bringing up a darker, more violent side of Syliph.
Mumbling to himself he failed to notice the small hill, covered in mist. With the sudden loss of footing Syliph slid down the side of the hill, So much for stealth, now every Lycan and Vampire in a ten mile radius knows where I am now. Syliph groaned and leaned back against a tree, rubbing his brow, this night might not go exactly as planned.
Last time Syliph had been in Dahlia, he had burned a woman's body, removed a dead body from a dead guy's house and played with children, the only positive thing that came from those nights was Ameliae, who had been a pretty sour companion the first few weeks he knew her.
Beginning to wonder through the forest again, Syliph looked for any possible outline of anything evil looking