The Dark Elf
~~by Morferedir

It was late when the screams came from the alley. A dark figure came out shortly after, having finished his work, wiping blood from his pale face and hands. He had long silver hair that came about a quarter of the way down between his mid back and his shoulder blades. He put up the hood of his cloak as the wind blew his hair about, revealing his long elven ears. Like his trench coat, jeans, and long-sleeved shirt, his cloak was pure black, as if made from the shadows themselves. He took out his black bladed pocket knife and licked the handle clean, his feet making no sound as they walked down the empty streets. He entered a small park and pulled a dark ghostwood flute from his cloak and began to play, a portal rising from the shadows. He went through the portal, playing another song to seal the portal, making it seem as if he had came and left out of thin air