The night was crisp, air nipping at whatever came into its path with the late fall chill that had settled into the air. Pitch held himself high while strolling through the dense, darkened forests, what few nightmares he had left whispering past him to give chase on any of the animals that dared come out of their dens. Since the horrid defeat that had been dealt to him by the Guardians the Boogeyman had been terribly weakened and needed an easy power source to jump start the fear again. What few animals that braved the oncoming winter cold would be more than enough to replenish his precious nightmares again. Golden eyes trailed over the beauty of the black forest. Oh how the King of Nightmares wished that more places could be like this. Dark, quiet and full of awaiting fear to be awakened.
A flash of movement suddenly caught Pitch's eye, drawing his attention in the direction of the foreign shadow. He turned easily on his heel, strolling over the tree roots and dying grass. The Boogeyman had heard stories of an entity possibly living within these forests, supposedly being a sort of embodiment of the forests' spirit and nearly just a step down from Mother Nature herself. A twinkle of excitement sparked within Pitch's eye, a wide grin spreading over his lips. A source such as that would practically overflow his power, and create such a lovely nightmare to prance at his side! The shadow suddenly moved, bringing the grin into an even more sickening smile.
"Tut, tut. You won't escape from me so easily" He whispered under his breath, a hand raising to send his nightmares in hot pursuit of the strange entity. The shadow horses brayed and lunged into a charge after the smaller form with their master right behind them. Unfortunately for Pitch, this figure was a bit more tricky to catch than intended. It moved with such speed, dodging through the trees and leaping over obstacles faster than the nightmares could keep up.
Growling in desperation, the Boogeyman drew back his black sanded bow, aiming the arrow high where it was let loose to strike a large overhanging tree branch. There was a shrill cry that cut through the air as the arrow struck the intended target. Pitch laughed in triumph, but it was soon turned into growls of confusion and frustration. Once upon where the branch had fell, yes there was a small trail of blood but the entity was nowhere to be found at its end.
"Find it! I want it found before sunrise!" the Kind of Nightmares roared, sending the horses scattering throughout the forest in search of the target and other animals that could be reverted into more of their kind. A cold rush of air traveled through the forest, sending Pitch's heavy breath to fog in his worsening anger. He must rebuild his power! Rebuild it so that vengeance would be served on those who had dared to send him back to those dark pits!