Accept the fires from which I came ;;

You can't miss me I'm still alive Snake skin shoes I'm pleading homicide Her scent was much like the girl herself. It drifted absent mindedly, light and out of place upon the cool breeze. Never was the girl’s presence to be missed, her quirky manner like a beacon in the darkness. Like a dog he picked up her scent in mere moments, a subtle twitch of his black lips betraying an emotion – exactly what was unclear. Dark eyes glimmered as they blinked and rolled, scanning the vast expanse of Scythia before settling upon the path in which her scent had originated. For a long moment he is still, dreadfully slow, his eyes fixed and unmoving, both ears pricked to the path. All about him the Scythian landscape is still, so peaceful and serene in its silence. Yet beneath it, like a driving heart beat, is the glimmer of chaos that lurks about the fixated stallion. Like a child confined to a bare room, so he has begun to feel stir crazy, his skin itching with a need and a desire. He stood, as still as a picture, his body the epitome of everything that is wild. A feral horse in an untamed landscape, yet his mane is so matted and ragged that it provides a potent warning that he is so much more that a merely wild horse. Severing the image, his flesh twitches and finally ripples as he moves forward. His dark eyes are still fixated, long limbs moving him forwards with a languid intent that betrays predatory manner. As he moves, his gait becomes more urgent and he moves more swiftly. The girls scent tantalizes and angers him. Yet above all it promises carnage to his starved soul. Finally catching a glimpse of the mare’s body a head of him, he body slows as his head lowers. Intently he watches the girl as she moves like a butterfly through the kingdom, flittering hither and thither and it does little to encourage his mind away from her fragility. Like a lion he stalks behind her silently, dark eyes peering from between his tousled forelock as his head hangs low, his antlers protruding before him. A gleam flickers in his eyes as he notices the moment she becomes aware of his presence and his hunt is concluding. His strides become longer until he is level with the small, young mare and his gaze is as lethal as knives as it looks down upon her. “You were brave to return, or foolish… time will tell I suppose…” He crosses in front of her a dark smirk tugging at his lips as his neck lowers and twists, his antlers moving for her throat, barring her path. Come on and feel this I'm still alive Joker meet you on the other side