Oh, no, not those Shadows, those Shadows are quite nice, Scarecrow sometimes helps me with the filing, this Shadow was different. Terrible.
Folk called him Capricorn's Shadow. He came only when Capricorn called him, sometimes he was red as fire, sometimes gray as the ash to which fire turns all that it devours. He darted out of the earth as fast as flames lick their way up wood. His fingers and even his breath brought death. He rose before his master's feet, soundless, faceless, scenting his way like a hound on the trail and waiting for his Master to point to the victim.