I WILL ALWAYS FIND YOU
At first he had wondered why, then he had wondered how, eventually he learned not to think much of it. The Chamber had an odd knack for drawing in dark things. Creeps, ghosts, ghouls, what have you. It was sort of cliche in a sense, the fog-laden pine forest an unsurprising backdrop to those sorts of things. It made sense though, somehow, he was sure it did.
He'd hardly crossed the borders when a voice hisses through the dark. Crawling around the trees, sliding across the dense air to his ears. Killdare pauses, turns his frame towards the sound and inhales deeply. The voice calls to him, an unsavory tone but it begs listening. Hello It says to him dripping from some slippery mouth. It asks about the borders then, another bay coming into view. It's head coils, twists strangely, the end finds itself home to a horn. The Chamber Lord paces towards the unknown, a feline slinking into their midst on his advance.
Atrox. He's met the panther-shifter before, found himself prey to the cat's taunts. The black cat calls to the trespasser, the usual mockery.
"He's right you know, the time of open borders has ceased." He tells pressing forth into their company. He turns his glass-green eyes to the cat, wondering what about this one had sent the shifter crawling out from his mountain hide-away. "Atrox, you're looking...thin." He pokes, smirking to himself. He recalls the first time they met, how the mountain cat jested of making him a meal.
"I'd ask what the cat's dragged in, but he doesn't seem to know either." His attention (though it has hardly left) turns to the first stallion again, scenting the air with each pause of words. "Indeed you've found yourself just inside the borders. What business do you bring to the Chamber?"