Honeyed Pasture villain

Aries didn't doubt his abilities - killing was exactly what he was trained to do, a reaper of the Weald, and so chances were he could have murdered this agouti male right now. He could have watched as crimson stained the snow, a pool of rusty red to mark the woes of the troubled - he could have left his body to rot, watch as the ravens pecked and tore the flesh from his body. Let the bones stand guard over a heart that failed to beat.

But he didn't.

It was purely because he had the capability that he opted not to, intruiged to see if there was any particular reason he ought to leave this man alive. "Who are you?" Came the low rumble at last, concluded with a half-hiss from betwixt the dark lips - in other words, did he hold any valuability to the snake, or was he simply another figure in a sea of the useless?