NEW: The Wait.

 

There was a scream from an owl, but it sounded darker, heavier as it ripped through the still night air. He glanced in the direction of the scream, but saw nothing, and heard nothing more. He dipped his head in a tone of resignation. Someone would die tonight.

He himself, had died a long time ago, though he remembered little. Had he been old, had he been young? He didn't even remember a name. Nothing mattered here.

He shifted his body, making himself more comfortable for the wait. He looked up at the moon, its sharp crescents snagging on the inky darkness of the night, it's light - thick and greasy, splashed across the moor, bringing nothing but cold shadows.

He sighed inwardly. He would wait. There was still time. The borderland would arrive, like it always did, and then... and then...