Blackfeather Woods where nameless things live out of sight

The amberlit woman moved with less and less care for who may catch her as she got closer to the dark of the woods; they were magnificent, a great wall of alien fauna that she had never come across before. The yearning she had to explore this new realm was strong, but stronger still was her lust for the man that was hot on her heels; behind her billowed a trail of her strong scent, the same scent which blinded her to the fact this was his kingdom she had been herded towards.

The darkness swarmed around her as she ducked in among the towering trees, weaving her way through the growing vantablack surrounding her until the landscape opened up enough to accomodate her. There she stood in wait, and when impatience burned through her, she paced and searched for the shadow (@Ramsay) who had been on her tail. She could go no further — so the game was at an end, and he would soon arrive to claim her. The very thought of finally finding satisfaction and having this fire inside of her suitably doused, was what made her croon deeply from her hiding place — come to me, the animal inside of her called.

Overhead she thought she heard something distantly laughing — perhaps one of the ravens haunting this space — but when she tried to spy upon it, all she saw was the black mass of twisted branches.