Haunted Wood It ignites me like an embered coal

for @Vanity

He had met one pretty thing after another, each broad making him more and more certain that he would not regret hunting his father down. He had drank from many, gotten his fill of pleasure from many, he felt like a man dead and in heaven. 

That day he awoke feeling content to simply lay in the shadows. He had a spot hidden by brambles where he could watch a broad section of the territory and also keep an eye outward, his scent the only giveaway. He smelled of blood and pheromones, a heady and powerful smell that would either repulse or seduce. His chin rest upon his fores while his bright abnormal eyes scanned around alert.