For once the assassin does not have any games to tend to as he lounges atop a rather crafty outcropping of rock. It is only a tree length away from the opening of his particular cave and within direct eye sight. In fact he is here for the express point of watching, okay so maybe he is not quite done with his games. Within the gulf of the opening lay a trapped hare, a large stone trapping its hind leg, a stone that is sorely out of place. He wants to see what predator is enticed by the little squeaking sounds it was making, and then from there what destinations his games might take him. Currently he is not in the mood for carnal pleasures, but bloodshed is always an open option.

Idly he pats at the stone before him, marveling at the fine tip it tapered off to and the way it ignited little pinpricks of pain with each tap. For a moment he contemplates pressing down, silently craving the rush as his blood coated the stone before slipping down to stain the snow that is held captive between the crags. The gale or the night past prevalent as snow seemed to cover everything, only tips are revealed here and there. A sinister smirk begins to unravel as he remembers his game, of how he positioned several rocks just like the one before him around the rabbit. Of how he had taken great care to cover them completely. Oh, the shrill cries of distress would wet his appetite when his unlucky victim trotted upon the trap. He would lap up their essence; savor its heady flavor before slicing their throat to bathe in the warm elixir. He would wallow within crimson outpouring until it trickled to a slow crawl and when his pelt was scarlet through and through would he paint the walls. Yes, he would decorate as the little minx had suggested right before he took her. She had perished beneath his administrations but this time he would find the right one. He would lure her to his lair with his “decorations” then he would take her. Or him. Didn’t matter.

Sound, so soft and delicate that he almost missed it causes his ear to twitch. Viridian eyes zoom in, watchful…anxious. He could almost taste it now, could hear their please, feel their terror. Oh yes, come to papa.

OOC: Tried to leave it open ended xDD