Emberflame Ridge Wandering

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There was nowhere left to go, nowhere left to run. Panic crept up my throat as I ran into yet another dead end, and realized he had led me here. Turning around, I found him...

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She had called out, soft voice echoing through the caverns of rock and bouncing around through the ridge. But as always, her callings were unanswered by the man. He wouldn't speak to her. Not this second. 

Moath could nearly feel the unease sprouting in her, the slight prickle of nervous energy rilling across the top of her neck and trickling a frozen knife's edge through the heart of her spine. It was this that he preyed upon, and his climax would come when the prey noticed him. The chase that ensued would have been the most delicious, and it would cap off once he surprised and smothered his quarry in a engulf of obsidian fur and daggerous fangs. But with Aliac,...There was nothing. He followed the motions that he usually did, but nothing came from it. 

Instead, he kept those midnight blue eyes locked on her while he began an omenous, slow walk where her back would have been. Up the cliffs with practiced pads and joints moving fluidly and quietly for such a massive male, he crossed distance like a hunting panther. And soon....

There she was. Right before him. So easy it could have been to lift her with gaping gnashing maws, to inhale her life as he consumed so many before her...But something forbade such him. Thus he stared down at the silvering pale fae, a nightmare to many, but harmless to her.

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And in silence, he waited.

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