Phoenix Maplewood the night begun to shine

King weighed his options a moment longer, but in the end, decided that he was not quite brave enough to try and sway the strange beauty. He wasn't prepared to fight her, and he knew he couldn't speak delicately enough to make a stab at convincing her to come away from the empty woods.

"Alright, Miss Desedmona. I'll leave you to, it then," he replied, inclining his head and then turning to depart. He'd come back and see her again someday - although he half expected to find a body withered away than a living wolf. What a waste, he thought to himself, picturing her green eyes in his head for a moment before letting the image fade away.