Haunted Wood tears for fears

Slade's molten gems began to simmer, golden oranges taking full reign of illuminating his mood. He had no patience for abraisive youth and their lack of manners. He was cordial, prompt, and well mannered, while she disregarded his words, and even moreso disrespected his tolerance.

However, the King was understanding. She was simply not brought up to respect her elders. Simple as that. And he was not her sire, so there was no real reason why he should start teaching her today.
There was also no real reason holding him grom gutting her right now. An entertaining fancy...a livid fantasy...one that blessed his vile and sadistic side.

His ruff shivered, the gentle movements causing the majority of his cape to fluff up, and drape daringly over the mass of his shoulders. Chest edged forward as his ears faced behind him. Crown was held high, though the two suns that framed his chiseled face were locked intently on this girl.

He wanted...to kill her.

"Leave this forest. And if I catch you returning, your blood will be next to stain the soil."

The Shadow King lunged for her after the remaining lull of his thunderous baritones danced between them, jaws that were rumored to be laced with poison aimed for a dangerous lock on her. Anywhere...anywhere with blood. He wanted to teach her that disrespect was not tolerated to him. He had been too nice as of late. This was his retribution. His redemption.
And her only chance to haul ass.