Golden eyes pierced the surrounding gloom as the back caracal slipped out from the shadows, his sleek form silky, as if made from the darkness of its surroundings. It was only when the light filtering through the dilapidated structure hit him that it showed him to be of substance, not a ghost or a spook from the darkest abyss of nightmares.
Talon had lived in the castle, basically unseen and unnoticed with his stealthy ways. He prefered it that way, since he didn't like too much attention on himself and needed a place to hide away all his fears and dreams. He wasn't too noticeable of a personality either.
The black caracal paused at the opening to the outside, created by a displaced block of stone. He smirked a bit, a thin smile, as he inhaled the fresh air that flowed through the outside. Life was good for him at the moment.