Serpent Lake i can feel a kick down in my soul

He'd been content to relish in the silence, but it soon became evident that he was not the only one who had come upon the lake. She moved quietly, gracefully, with the elegance perhaps of a doe strolling through the undergrowth. After turning ever so slightly, Aries' ears tipped forward slowly atop his head, like a crown tilting on the skull of a prince - he watched her with his eyes of ice, another exhale falling from his lips. He supposed he could take a victim now, but it would be a shame to see the pretty girl's limbs torn from her body as his teeth so desired.

Her pelt, it reminded her almost of the wanderer he'd encountered in the woods. The one he helped to kidnap for the shadowed man. Oh, that had been a fun time - a sickly side of him missed the fear in her eyes, the silent pleas for help. She'd been one man's mate, another man's sister. It was always fun to meddle in the family of another, for a single loss caused them such great damage, as though they were fragile paper, damp and easily torn.

Her eyes were dark. The reaper watched her curiously as the girl's gaze lingered on his own even as she bent down to drink from the lake's water. They were a stark contrast of each other - this often seemed to be the case. Just like Nara, he pondered, though this stranger's eyes were so much darker. Intruiging. And she did not look away, so neither did he.