Sep 24, 2014
Those that trespass. . .
Appearing at the edge of a clearing, Pitch scowled at the newcomer. For once, the Fearlings hadn't deposited someone in the middle of his forest. THIS time, however, the intruder had wandered in all on their own.
Oh, today was not a good day.
Walking forward so the sparse light could illuminate his features, the Nightmare King glared at the newcomer, his hands clasped behind his back.
"And what do you think you are doing here?"