Sorin's planeswalking to Zendikar landed him in a narrow ravine, which he recognized to be part of the Teeth of Akoum. He struggled to slowly stand up, but heard running footsteps above him and felt the throb of a new planeswalker's spark. He stood and jumped, his inhuman strength throwing him out of the ravine and onto the hard, dirty ground, where his knees caught him. The vampire rose and brushed the dust off of his coat, and then began to chase the thing that had disturbed Innistrad.
It ran just as fast as a vampire, but had not the thousands of years of experience navigating the canyons of Akoum that Sorin had. As he drew nearer to the planeswalker, he saw two curved read horns atop his head, about three inches long apiece. Other than those, it appeared to be human from Sorin's angle.
As the thing jumped about from rock to rock with astounding grace, Sorin thought to himself, How can it be that he knows the canyon so well? He knew that this one was newly sparked, but if that was the case than how could it know its way about this plane? How could it run so easily and not become sapped of energy from the transition between worlds?
Suddenly it jumped on one of the high rocky crags that led to the top of the canyon and crawled up it like a lizard. Sorin saw no that its hands were red, and ended in gnarled, tarnished claws. It moved as quickly at this angle as it had at the last and reached the top of the precipice within ten seconds. Sorin jumped between the canyon's two walls until he too met the peak of the formation, and quickly pulled his sword from its sheath. He heaved it and it sailed through the air towards its target. He didn't know what kind of beast this new planeswalker was, but he knew that it was evil, a pure evil that could not be controlled like his.
As the blade flew though, the newly sparked turned about to face Sorin and held his hands up to his stomach. Sorin saw now the thing's origin. It was a devil in a human's body, with dark yellow eyes and a flashing white smile. Its skin was red all over, not just on its hands, and upon its head encompassing the horns was a dark, frayed mane of hair that fell to one side. When the blade would have landed in him though, it stopped for a brief moment while its target whispered some unholy curse. The blade continued on its path, but when the devil should have fallen down in pain Sorin screamed and clutched his abdomen. Blood was pouring from him, not the other man.
The hybrid slowly approached Sorin, twisting the blade inside of him to add more pain to the vampire's situation, and then pulling it out and throwing it on the ground. "What are you?" asked Sorin through teeth clenched with pain.
It laughed with a wicked smile and said in a voice that sounded like thousands of whispering geists, "I am the fiend blooded one, master of pain, and you should be honored to be the first recipient of my blessings. I am Tibalt, and I am certain that we will meet again." Tibalt then ran off, leaving Sorin bleeding on the dirt.
