Otter Creek charcoal angel

Something dark moved through the trees, flowing through them effortlessly, like water. Huge dark paws made no sound as they struck cold earth, silver eyes searched the trees for the source of that enticing scent. The gurgling river was the source, beside it a lovely little fae. The shadow did not reveal itself yet, but stayed, eyes on the girl. Not quite the white ghost he had imagined, but...

"Hello, pretty one." Crescendo spoke, a low rumble. He emerged from the tree's, hungry eyes on the fae. It had been so long before he had enjoyed the company of such a fae, and his eyes gleamed with lust and hunger.