Ravensblood Forest Drink my blood, Police Girl

He found no solace in the apparent agreement of this stranger. Snakes, too, whispered concurrence - but their fangs remained sharp all the same. This man before him was not unlike the reptiles. Or was it his paranoia telling him so? What a poor thing it was: being unable to trust one's own mind.

"What brings you here?"

Æthelwulf titled his chin, narrowed eyes searching for telling signs of malice. He found none, but caution hissed to him in feverish gasps. Are snakes in the grass any less potent, River child? His tongue peeled from his jaws, dragging along his muzzle in a display of thought. He supposed engaging the stranger would do him no harm, should he keep the distance between them a comfortable sort. He considered the question, a pensive frown pulling at his lips. In truth? He was hiding. Destiny was a bloodhound locked on his scent, but he ran from the inevitability regardless. Coward. His muzzle twitched.

"I'm waiting."

How terribly vague.

"Perhaps, for company. Perhaps for someone like you," lies always tasted sweet upon his tongue.