Θuija
Standing at the border of Sylva and Taiga, looking out across the endless gold canopy, a malicious grin spreads across his lips. His victims hoofbeats fade into the dense growth of the redwood forests behind him. It was a pity she did not wish to play his games. An ever turbulent downward spiral as they were, he still enjoyed the fear set within their eyes and dampening their soul.
Fear. It was the ultimate game...
There were changes a hoof, and so he slinked back under the fall trees -weaving between pillars and stone. His lengthy stride quickened, dried leaves crunching under foot. He wasn't even trying to sneak up on her, but the look upon her angelic face told a different story. He halts abruptly with an "umph" as satan and angel collide. "Pardon me M'Dear," he expiates, as if he was the one running into strangers.
Quickly she turns blush and even more quickly she is evading him -rushing through the forests. He only briefly ponders why such a delicate creature is here in these woodlands. Surely more has changed than he had realized.
With his lithe body, he weasels into the shadows and silently follows her. Fire red eyes watching her twists amongst the trees. With her thoughts so engaged elsewhere(enough to run straight into him) he doesn't suspect she will find him hidden within the darkness. He awaits for her to slow enough to reappear and offer his assistance -for surely she is lost...
Wanna play a game?