Feathers. Blue took pride in his large array of feathers he wears from the many souls he tortured and killed. He would laugh and smile evilly as he would pluck the feathers off one by one, watching his prey scream in pain with fear deep in their eyes. He would use the plucked feathers to decorate his fur to show other possible prey that he was something to stay far away from. He was twisted, cunning, and ,most of all, pure evil. The very definition of a skin walker.
One this day Blue was on the prowl to find another unfortunate soul to torture and devour. His low growl resonated from behind his large sharp teeth. Each step he took would leave slight claw marks in the ground. If he was near trees, he'd claw ones he walked by to show this was his territory now.