Luneshale Pass Benim.

He moved. Slender, raw, exquisite. A black cat beneath the cover of moonlight, a breath away from twilight's gentle kiss. Only one thing occupied the Black Prince's mind tonight.

Or, someone.

Nefer. He was a rare treat. Samir craved more. A dish he could not put down. He was not yet sated, and he would indulge himself until he was that. It was not the first time he had returned to this spot in the past days.

He had once, then he'd cursed himself for being such a fool. Nefer would not be there, of course. It was a one time thing.

But then he had come again. And again. And here he was again tonight, stalking the lowlands, a predator awaiting it's prey. He had almost convinced himself to give it up before there was movement in the dry brush.

There he was. Samir's golden eyes gleamed with a depraved curiosity as they washed over the little lion, and he slunk forwards, taking it upon himself to meet him in the middle.

A smile upon his devilish face.