Otter Creek I'll be the match to your candle

She heard him - the sylph's eyes stared fearfully into the darkness, and Aries grinned at the tingles of excitement he felt trickle down his spine, the wonderful taste of fear upon his tongue. He wanted more... The Svartell waited despite his desire, carefully observing the shaky rise and fall of the girl's pale chest. He was not sure exactly want he wanted from her, but she was a pretty one, there was no doubting that, and it only compelled him more to move closer. But not yet.

Not until she called out, attempting to display a brave voice, did he decide to move. It was after a few heartbeats, a few tense moments of anticipation, that led to the cold soldier creeping closer as though he was simply stalking prey. Again he chuckled, ice eyes meeting the apple green of the stranger's. His figure emerged from the shadows, tongue drawing out to sweep across his lips. "Seems you found me. Boo?"