The Heartwood You want me to stay

The reaper moves silently, head hung low on his shoulders, pelt beginning to soak through. he blinks the rain from his remaining good eye and winces as the soft droplets of rain pidder padder over his scabbed wounds. it's fairly dark, what with the clouded over sky that would usually be a home to thousands of bright and twinkling stars and the beautiful moon itself. No, not tonight though. Gloom has set in, in an already eerie graveyard of scorched trees, only remnants of life that used to be. a few signs of life shows through though — a pretty flower here and there and the occasional sapling of the early stages of what will later be a strong oak tree.

His eye scans the foggy ground, but instead of finding more lifeless trees, he finds something much more interesting. A sun kissed wolf that looks horribly familiar. he wracks his brain for a moment thinking of where he knows her. Then it hits him. The shy woman that came to greet Eldritch in her sanctuary. He can't help it, the slightest upwards tilt of his ruined lips spreads over his maw — a wicked grin no matter how small it is.

He wastes little time moving towards her. He needs some entertainment and he would be wrong to not take advantage of the spooky weather to try and get a good scare out of her. So, as he efficiently moves in behind her, he shows himself only a couple meters away.

"Lost, sunshine?" He purrs in that accented lilt, voice rough from disuse. "Necesida ayuda?" Though he asks what would be a helpful question, the mischievous glint in his single eyed stare says that he doesn't intend on helping her at all.

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