~ Trembling Stars~
It was a dark night, the new moon hanging dark in the sky. Booted feet danced across the snow with killing grace. The stars seemed to tremble in fear at what the night would bring.
A lone guard shivered in the cold unaware; the hum of crystal energy and the quick cut of his jugular torn open all he knew before he died. He didn't even get to scream.
Booted feet - killers' feet - padded into the vast caverns. They had tracked and hunted and stalked, waiting for this opportunity. Like weasels hungry for chickens, or, rather, thirsty for the blood of a few rare Hawks.
The stars trembled at the darkness coming from the hearts of the hunters; men in shape only, their souls long lost to demons.
The stars trembled in anticipation of the blood, pain, and terror that was bound to fill the dark sky.