Sun Mote Copse Something happens and I'm head over heels

asmodeus was careful, cunning; it did not take long before he realized he was being followed. the apparition did not immediately turn, instead choosing a meandering path that took him outside the copse. then, and only then, did the spry beast turn.

she was a melodically beautiful sort, all honey-shades and cascades of flaxen tresses, and asmodeuus rather wondered if she was from the pack he had just left behind. for a long moment, he did not approach; then a low rill of laughter flowed in his throat.

"tell me," the phantom murmured when he had drawn within earshot, sunless stare sweeping her with the smeared pen-spill of his interest. "do blondes really have more fun?" asmodeus was aware he could just as well be attacked, but the diversion was what held him in thrall.

he waited.