Neverwinter Forest free and holy torn

She was not alone in the forest.

The reaper watched from the shadows, as silent as the very stars that twinkled above - moonlight shone down and fell as broken shards of glass on the forest floor, but none could touch the man who was slinking betwixt the trees. He was a snake, slithering through the night with not a sound pooling from his blackened lips, senses heightened and gaze glittering with untold malice. The beast, it had awoken again. Dangerous desire had climbed out of his ribs, pulled them apart until he was far less wolf than he was monster; Tundra had done this. She had messed in a game that was not hers to play, and now he was hungry.

His vision flickered back and forth, tracking the movements of the stranger with the sinister curl of his muzzle. She was unaware of his presence, as far as he could tell, though it was as if he could smell the fear that hung thick in her scent, the paralysing anxiety that coursed through her veins with each step. His nostrils flared as he took in more of her scent from afar, but it was then that he made his move. Creeping down like a plume of smoke from the undergrowth, he slunk closer and stood stock still in her path like a boulder to cease her movements. 

"Hello~"