Haunted Wood for the rotting (mtr.)

As she swallowed the distance between them, Vengeance remained still, tall and proud as ruby eyes remained on the red-faced woman. Intrigued by what her plan was. What was she to do next. She had his curiosity, but now Nesrine had his attention. Absolutely. The word tumbled from blackened lips in a soft murmur.

She was a curious one that was certain. She came off as confident, capable - the scenery with which that was laid out before him that she painted was enough to let him know that she was capable of what the Nightwalkers desired, were capable of. A seductress if he had ever laid eyes on one.

He pondered for a moment; perhaps this is how she ensnared her prey. With grace and tact like a venus flytrap luring their meals with the sweet perfume of their breath. His own orbs matched hers, a brilliant ruby flame lit with a hunger that roared within. He stepped forward as well, swallowing what was left of the space between them, until his chest nearly touched hers, their fur mingling with one another as he remained, still, increasingly curious and excited of what she was to do next.