Zanther Sylvan had remained quiet as he strolled alongside the other immortals and the strange wraith like being. He was used to the scent and aura that came along with death and the living dead, so the waves of altering emotion coming off this "figure", so the presence of this being did not bother him at all. While the three had been discussing a name for it, Zanther had kept his opinions to himself and looked on ahead through the shadows of the forest.
~wraith, that could be his name~
"the same reason every one else has a name, a name that people could fear, a name to call his my own, a name to divide me from the rest, you should know that Zanther, after all, being a vampire hybrid makes you individual, you need a name to difine you, as i do too" the figure said reading Zanther's mind
Noting the tone of his voice and body language, Zanther could tell when someone was trying to read his thoughts. This did tend to annoy him, so he mentally went about setting up special mind barriers to protect himself from further probing by the wraith. "I would prefer it, if you didn't probe my mind, thank you," replied Zanther. "Anyways, I choose not to dwell upon the memory of how my father got my name." The vampire hybrid looked away to scan the darkness ahead. "If you are so desperate for a name and couldn't have decided on one long ago, in your years of youth, why not shadow reaper or something that has to do with the grim soul snatchers of the underworld? Since, it looks to me like that's where you are from. Hell."