Haunted Wood It's Madness

He watched as the woman panted, but he could see her legs shaking, adrenaline filled blood pumping through her veins. Why was she so angry with him? She had come to him, not the other way around. She could have avoided all this struggle, he had even warned the darn girl! He knew he was bad, but he was perfectly good at it. A trickster he was, and a trickster he'd stay, an annoying little prick with the speed and agility of a rabbit.

He smirked, already knowing what would come. Anger would drive her further, so as soon as her front paws left the earth to sprint, he turned and ran to her left, passing her and sprinting as fast as he could back in the way they had come here. God, this was fun, yet even his feet felt hot now. He hadn't ran like this in a while, like a rabbit fleeing from a hungry fox. What a peculiar woman she was. So mad, such a free spirit, so... Breakable. Beatable. Fragile. She couldn't accept the fact that freedom was the world's biggest lie. As soon as she would discover that, she'd be at peace.