Swiftcurrent Creek In the Shadow of Doubt (IC Joining)

She evaded him by some method of trickery, and he whirled to close his teeth a scant few inches from her tail. Whimpers arose, pleas for lenience, and Lecter was pleased; now she was filled with fear. Now she would know that he alone was her god. Fox would not save her.

And Lecter was not inclined toward mercy, not when this woman had fired the primal bloodlust that had made him the beast he was today. Her backing steps were greeted with a growl, and when she lowered, a long flicker of laughter mocked her.

"Mercy? Mercy, when you wished to fight only mere moments ago? No. I shall not give you mercy." His eyes glittered, beginning to trace the curves of her body with what appeared to be a masculine interest — but those who knew Lecter would understand his intent.

"I will give you a chance to redeem yourself. You will come with me. And you will submit. Otherwise I shall slay you here, and then I will feast upon your flesh and take your skull back to my den. What do you say?" the shaman purred conversationally, circling her lest she try to evade him.