Blackfeather Woods Naughty baby here to tease you

At first it was easy to follow the trail that lead towards his sister, shining like a beacon at the end of a tunnel. He followed it in a straight line, but the closer he got, the more dispersed the scent became and the harder it was to tell her exact position. As she spoke, he laughed, but it was different than normal — it was a cackle that echoed through the foggy marsh, a sound that echoed the madness that lived in his mind, a little bit of both halves of himself.

"Not in the mood?!" he laughed, then, silence. Seconds of it. Then; "What, then, are you in the mood for, dear beloved sister?" He continued to step forward, trying to gauge where her voice was coming from, trying to find the point where the smell was the most intoxicating, the most violently tugging at him. Trying to get her to speak more, so that he could find her, but until then, he enjoyed himself — he enjoyed the game.