Haunted Wood Excuse me while I hit that Woah

the boy lunged for her tail, but it was not to be! she scooted ahead of him, making his pains his folly -- he would have to try harder, if he was going to taste her flesh again.

she settled her flinty gaze upon him, a wicked smile curving the tips of her gums. pulling away, astara bolted for the treeline and was gone from vision.. from her vantage she could see the boy, but he could not see her -- like a crocodile luring its prey she waited, blood singing through her veins.. and when valour got close enough she lunged from her cover of shadows with a triumphant smirk --

only to trip on a bole outstretched before her, giving the boy plenty of time to hear and dodge her attack.