The Heartwood You want me to stay

She’s practically shaking in her boots and it brings the sick bastard great satisfaction. He feeds off of it. He fed off of it when he was in The Ring and he feeds off of it even now, so many years later. One would think age would calm down his manic bloodlust, but it doesn’t seem like that’s going to be happening anytime soon. So as she politely says no to both of his offers he raises his brows to her and gives her an unimpressed look. So weak. No confidence. No fight. So very disappointing. 

The as she speaks more her voice echoes contained fear in the way it trembles oh so slightly. Yet, despite her fear, a barely veiled threat falls from her pretty lips. It makes his own maw turn up in a daring smile, his brows rise even more and he dips his head in interest.

“Oh? That’s brave. It’s too bad I have no allegiance to anyone, huh?” He says confidently back, his own threat chasing her fears. “My mistakes are mine, I don’t think you have the guts to blame your little friend.” 

Then he stands quickly, something that’s sure to spook her. Ruined lips pull back to reveal dangerous fangs as he does a short lunge towards her. He hopes it scares her enough to run. Though he definitely doesn’t feel like chasing, he wants to see that spark of electric panic shoot through those eyes.

Run, Forest, run.