Ravensblood Forest Earthworm

She remained still, a frigid meeting laced with a feeling Nox couldn't quite describe though he wished it would last longer than a careless whisper. More, they were all after it. All searching for a semblance of purpose amidst the dark of these woods.

Contrasted was his desire to see them thrive with the violent urge to keep them malleable, supple, squashed beneath the heel of his foot so they would obey. Was that happiness? "A promise, aye?" It was about as reliable as a riptide, but now he had an idea of what she wanted. "I'll hold ya to that, then." 

A flick of his tail and he pulled away, making to leave their rendezvous in search of other preparations to be made.