The forest was dark and dense, a thick fog filling out through the trees as the evening shadows grew long. Swiss prowled stealthily beneath the towering oaks, his keen senses stretched out to detect any signs of the feral he was after— Earth to still his footsteps and air to carry his senses. Tonight, it was his task to locate and tame a feral ghoul and bring it into the satanic ministry’s fold. He hoped it wasn’t going to be a difficult job, what ghoul wouldn’t want to reconnect to the Infernal Majesty and His followers?
Among the moss-covered trunks and gnarled branches, a flash of movement caught Swiss's attention. He stopped, sinking back into the dimness as his eyes tracked the disturbance. There, navigating haphazardly through the undergrowth, was a disheveled figure. The feral ghoul he’d been sent after.
You were unmistakable, untamed and barely in control of your instincts as you prowled through the underbrush with the grace of a predator but the carelessness of a newborn deer. He licked his lips as he watched you, his tail flicking back and forth as he trailed behind you, waiting for the perfect opportunity strike. Swiss knew he had to be careful, it was always a dangerous game when dealing with ferals. But his orders were to capture and tame no matter what it took, not to kill.