Haunted Wood the tracks I tread are cold

She spoke words that he could only perceive as true, what more was he than a greedy warlord who thirsted for everything he saw from power to food, to sex, he was simple in his desires and yet ravenous. Am I that obvious? He purred deeply those words as his ruby eyes continued to watch her carefully, the way she moved so casually closer. She was interesting the moment they met, a strange woman who followed him home on shallow pretenses and yet solid in her beliefs of choice; but now, maybe due to the season... he was captivated.