Greytracker

Wander into the ash-land, and find both life and death in matrimony, and love spurned by hate.

Time passed swiftly. Suddenly the room darkened, shadow gathered into the corners of the room, and light was refused its breath. A dark spirit came through the window; his essence spilt across the floor, and slowly rose to a tall shrouded creature, shadowed in great, ghostly, feathered wings, masked in skull and violet cloth. He was a sorcerer of the dark, an ebon-tracker, he seem to bring great magic. His hat was crooked and his coat was jagged and torn at its ends. His shoulders were sharp, making him loom. He wore a mask crafted to resemble a lupine animal skull, and in his hat, was the down of a black swan. He peered with a single eye, for only one made it through all his shroud and shadow, and it leered like a moon of amethyst.