Welcome to the Night Island, land of Nikolas. The warm seas of the Carribean surround this island full of vegetation and prey. The moon reflects beautifully in all areas of water. You smell some small deer nearby. Ah, but a new scent fills your senses now. The scent of Nikolas, the dark lord. His sleek, black, well-muscled forms strides forward; silver orbs studying you silently as pearl canines flash in the darkness. He circles you silently, eyes reflecting the moon at the moments before disappearing in the darkness once more. Suddenly, he presses against you, large form intimidating. You hear him sit back on his haunches as he awaits what it is you are here for.