The black shadow moved silent like smoke. It traveled towards the firelight, watching with tan eyes. There was not a bit of white the black shadow. It watched the mouse sitting by the fire. It waited to make it’s move. Fallanx the mouse sat by his fireside, unaware of the twin brown orbs watching him. He was unsuspecting and easy prey for the black shadow which watched him. He was traveling to the court of Goldorran. Goldorran was a rare King, as he was.... Neutral. He wasn’t evil. Then black shadow hidden in the underbrush moved, and a twig cracked under it’s paw. Fallanx was imediatly on the alert. “Who’s there, who are you?” he shouted. There was no answer. “Show yourself!” Then another noise came from behind him. It was a kind of whirring, humming noise. As he turned, the dagger buried itself between his eyes. The black shadow had done it’s work. It crept into the camp, and seated itself by the fire, beginning to eat the meal Fallanx had been cooking. Yes, Arill had done his work well.