Haunted Wood for the rotting (mtr.)

Vengeance was a man with little patience. Actions spoke louder than words, and boredom was a demon that always lingered, pushing him to entertain himself in devilish ways to calm the restlessness within. Luckily for most, including this female here, curiosity was bigger than boredom, bigger than his lack of tolerance as he always desired nothing more than to push a situation to see where it went before it ended abruptly in bloodshed. Heh. The crooked smile remained as he huffed a harsh chortle. 

Yes. An answer is as simple as death itself. Spoken in a low whisper as vocals bombarded the air, speaking volumes of the dark thoughts that went through his head. To claim her kill, to take her himself in battle... or other beastly actions. Her flirtatious demeanor danced a dangerous line in his presence, and his eyes lit aflame with every inclination that haunted his reasoning.

Vengence. Mercenary for hire... Warlod of the Nightwalkers, and yes, these woods are our claim.