Blackfeather Woods periodic

He continued to eye her, a mischievous glimmer to his eerily pale irises as he pressed on through the mud. Venamis attempted to move in close but the girl continued to shimmy, fearfully, always placing further distance between him. He traced his tongue along an upper lip, as though eager to taste her fear.

When at last he tired of her pitiful position, the dark Melonii slunk away with a sly grin and a low rumble. Honestly, he felt pretty content with himself: he'd asserted himself and made it clear to this kid that he wasn't going to be messed with. With one last stinging glance over a dark shoulder, Ven left her to the dirt.