Kadin was not a kind man. He was cool and aloof, and sometimes mad. He guarded the dark and spread fear, using his powers however he saw fit. His domain was that of nightmares, that terror of the dark. He was the bringer of darkness and fear, the creator of terror and maker of monsters. It was not in his nature to be merciful or empathetic, and that was clear from the manner in which he held himself. His back was straight, chin raised and eyes burning with a cold black fire. His white locks were straight and fell down his back in an icy sheet. There seemed to be no color about him at all, just blacks and whites and grays.<br/><br/>He was the Nightmare King, and astride his steed, he looked every inch the cold god that he was.<br/><br/>He reigned in his steed (a beautiful eight-legged beast that he had raised from a foal) and looked down at the mortal that had fallen into this place between the worlds. "Who," he began, voice deep and commanding, "are you? How did you come to be in the place-that-is-between?"<br/><br/>His horse danced a little, hooves ringing out in a manner that didn't seem to match the material they were apparently on. It looked like wood, but rang like metal. One of many strange things about this place.