She laughed at the descriptor, shaking her head, "That I would believe of most people, most monsters even, but not Capricorn, he was a monster through and through, and his Shadow was worse."
She sat a little straighter, the cadence of her tone enough to give away that she was quoting from memory: "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."