Haunted Wood Watch My Swagger

Hurtful. he cooes. But he would agree - even to him being related to Vengeance wasn't much of anything, he just aired out that bag for the fun of it. Spilling his name meant very little, he thought perhaps sharing his bloodline made him a little more important, more significant than some wretch who wandered into their woods every so often. Apparently not. 

Oh? You must be quite brave. Is that why you came to question me? Girl. He teases using her gender as she introduced herself. Putting weight on the word at the very end while watching her every movement. He had no real plans right now, no ideas floating around that noggin of his - he was simply "winging it" as most would say. What would come of this? 

Most likely nothing. 

But maybe something?

So? What do you think? What's your plan? Tilting his head to one side, he watched her with wide eyes, childlike almost in its faux innocence he played.