Duck Lake know what you want

The hellion vanished just as the words left the temptatious lips. A catalyst for murder she was, locking into the scene with the accuracy of a target-latched missile. Her form flew elegant, trajectory that rivaled a hunter's arrow and a snipers bullet.

Cry watched with the dual ice shards that highlighted his dark face, a chuckle leaving him almost imperceptibly. She cooked herself up well for such foreplay with her food, but this table of meals was nothing for him to consider a trophy in carnage amongst. He was detached from any thrill of this little game. Hell, he didn't know what could give him any excitement in anything here.

He stood, making a deliberately slow gait down the minor mound of a hill, ending up on the fringes of the scene. This woman was a starlet, and he didn't want to interfier, lest he tarnish her show.