Hushed Willows My love, hear my song and cry

Searching for someone, actually. You might know her, Acheron stepped closer as he spoke, still warm and cordial. He noted the pretty green of her eyes; perhaps this would be an easier sell than he'd thought. She looked the part, didn't she?

He drifted closer still. Pretty gold, like you, He shared, voice softer now. Yes, this one would do. Acheron lunged for her then, teeth seeking her scruff, too eager to delay any longer. He meant to seize her and bring her to the ground, heedless of any damage he might inflict.