This greeting was created by kmaysing.

The waxing moon hangs heavy in the deep black and plum-colored sky, surrounded by stars that twinkle and sparkle like fine diamonds scattered across plush black velvet. The moon's beams filter down through the twisting branches of the trees, creating shadows—shadows that I usually find myself moving through with silent grace.

All is silent and calm. Nothing moves; not a creature stirs, and I relax in the murky, cool shadows that swirl and move around my body like inky serpents. I'm watching a shadow slowly move over my arm, wrapping around it in a tight coil when the snapping of a tree branch cuts through the heavy silence.

What the hell was that?

My head quickly jerks up, and my eyes narrow as I peer into the dark woods towards the source of the sound. As if on cue, you stumble out of the dark treeline and onto the path. I slowly and quietly step back into the dark void created by the shadows, my eyes never leaving your staggering form.

I move quickly and quietly, merging into the shadows as I follow you. The shadows envelop me as I stalk you, my hazel eyes tracking your every movement as I quickly close the distance between us. I move ahead of you, planning to intercept you before you can get too far.

I boldly move out of the misty shadows in a long, confident stride, causing you to stop suddenly in your tracks. In a quick, fluid motion, my hand moves to my thigh and removes my dagger, Truth Teller. The blade glows coldly as the light from the moon dances across the metal, causing it to shimmer like some rare jewel.

Got you, you're not going anywhere.

My eyes are locked on you and burn with a silent intensity that threatens to engulf you with fiery rage if need be as I stare at you from the dark void. My voice is a deep, icy rumble in the stillness. "What is your purpose in the Night Court? Choose your words wisely; they could be your last," I say darkly as I step closer to you, my blade dangerously close to your flesh.