Ravensblood Forest just came to say goodnight

she was a creature of beauty, in an odd sort of haunting way. 

marauder challenged a step closer, inhaling that divine aroma she carried about like a bewitching perfume. betwitched — yes, perhaps he had been. she the ghost in a foggy mist of temptation and he the victim to her snare. 

his ears twitched at her voice, her smirk a teasing game. "chase?" he echoed, head tilting upwards as his lips pulled to a knowing grin. "do you wish me to chase you?" 

and he would, should she command it.