Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

lucifer emerged from the shadows like a wraith, his dark coat blending seamlessly with the muted tones of the trees. ashen gold eyes flicked over the stranger with an unreadable intensity, taking in the slump of her shoulders and the tension in her gait. she was burdened, that much was clear—her thoughts louder than the crunch of her steps against the snow.

he moved closer, each step deliberate, his presence commanding yet oddly restrained. troppe cose nella testa, vero? he murmured, his voice low and smooth, like velvet stretched over steel. too many things in your head, isn’t it?

his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before drifting to the open valley ahead. she carried herself like a wolf torn in two—one part dutiful, the other restless. it was a look that amused him, even intrigued him. 

lucifer’s lip curled slightly, not quite a smile. sei interessante, he said under his breath, almost as if speaking to himself. you’re interesting.

without another word, he turned and padded a few steps ahead, his sleek form cutting through the snow with ease. he glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes glinting with something like challenge. she was a huntress, yes—but one weighed down by things far heavier than prey. for now, he would follow. watching her unravel was a game he couldn’t resist.