Ravensblood Forest my eye on you

crowell’s laughter erupts again, scraggly chest fur puffing up in response. then the pirate leans in close, breath hot as he whispers: i’ve seen scarier monsters than you, lass.

straightening up, he began to trot around her, gait confident despite the limp in his stride. he moved like a show horse drifting about a ring, tail curling loftily behind him. a display of arrogance, infuriating and intoxicating.

i like ye, queenie, he sneered, his tone smug and laced with wicked humor. all fire an’ fury. think i’ll stick around.