This one will probably be pretty dark. I'll let you decide on that. Also, I'm probably cheating with Zuvowang since he is technically grey but if you've ever seen charcoal grey you'd make the same mistake in thinking it's black.
Sport
Grune walked through the wilderness. As Panthro was busy removing thorns from his body, having ended up in a thorn bush while hunting, the saber-tooth walked in search of something to while he waited for the meat to be finished roasting.
As Grune neared a river his eyes came across an evabon woman. Not as dangerous as the men but could still put up quite a fight. Her back was turned, as she seemed to be washing her hands in the river.
A cruel smile appeared on Grune's face. With his mace in hand, he stealthily crept towards the evabon woman.
The next moment a splash was heard. Grune watched as the body of the evabon woman lied half in, half out of the water.
A sound then came to Grune's ears: a twig snapping. He turned around to see an evabon child, a young girl.
The smile on Grune's face grew bigger. His sport wasn't over yet.
Old Zuvowang was an interesting evabon. Many believed his skin was black but it was technically charcoal gray. It didn't make much of a difference since he was commonly mistaken for having black skin and not many knew what charcoal looked like. He was just too polite to correct anyone. His red eyes seemed like fire and the scars on his body were burn scars.
As he sat by with some other evabon warriors, Zuvowang heard a frightened cry of a young girl. Within an instance he took for the trees! When came to the source of the cry he was too late. A cruel looking cat was standing over the broken body of young Pana.
Zuvowang let out a savage cry, alerting the other warriors. The saber-tooth looked up, only able to see the outline of the seemingly black evabon in the moonlight.
As Grune heard the war cries of the other evabon warriors, Grune retreated. He couldn't take them all on by himself. He needed Panthro's help!