Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

the wraith felt satisfaction's cool thrum in her heart as she witnessed her work; blood in scarlet rivulets coursed down the boy's ear, welling along his cheek. pain stung his flaring eyes, and its presence was answered with a cold smirk.

her adversary rallied and lunged, his teeth coming close, yet not making their mark -- for the blackbird had nimbly thwarted him again. she attempted to counter his lunge by swinging a rough paw towards his face -- yet at that moment valour had sprung back and clear of her swipe.

astara's heart had quickened; now it was more than excitement that pulsed through her. in her eyes a dark presence pooled, a cold intensity known to many as the chill, emotionless trance of the hunt.