Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

He chased his quarry, often diverting from her own path. Just to let her think she'd escaped. But soon came back to haunt her fleeting steps and laugh at the fear radiating from her.
He could smell it like bonfire smoke.
He chased her until she was flagging -- in truth, his own spidery form was starting to flag but... he couldn't let go of her.
She would be his source of joy for time to come.

He called to her as she passed into the stones, laughing shrilly as his words fell into the space around them. He failed to notice the pack scent; her aroma was too arousing.
"Come back to me snowflake, I'll make sure you are happy. I'll take you to the ocean."
He could watch her writhe of the sands as the foams were stained with blood. Her blood. Sticky, sweet and fulfilling.
He almost growled with the pleasure of the thought.

A howl arose, her quivering call rising to the air. Calling for help. Who would help here? They were alone, right?
He slunk straight to her call, a whisp of smoke dancing to smother the white. Industrial soot covering a whitewashed house.
"Aure, sweetness. Come back to me. No one can help you here..." He crooned for her.
Her form came into sight, her head tilted up as the breath left her lips. The sound fading and ringing around them.
Perfect. A perfect snowflake perfect enough to crush and melt. To make other. To change.

He strode forwards, ready to bolt after her, and lept at her, opening his maw to clamp onto her white body and stain. To taste her sweet blood and make her cry for help.
He would have a lot of fun with his new toy.