Her eyes are like black holes sucking him into their inky despair as she looks to him head on. He holds himself back within the sliver of moonlight despite every muscle in his legs quivering to approach and delight himself in her sorrows. She looks curiously upon him, as if unafraid, but he could smell the odor of fright pouring from her body moments before. It only drives him closer to the edge.

The tense silence between them is softened by a feminine voice - one that was all too delicate to be coming from one whose energy breathes such darkness. She finds resolve in her bold question toward him and takes a careful step forward, which causes his blackened lips to gather upward in a bone-chilling warning. His brows knit downward as his expression turns vile and a demanding, hard step in her direction shakes the muscle in his legs and chest as they release and harden again at the movement. His shadowy face is enfolded in darkness as the shaft of light now illuminates the scars and markings across his neck, back, and shoulder.

In truth, he had no reason to want anything from her. He had been summoned by her morose energy and the sweet scent that was paired with it. It had been a long while since he was given the pleasure to enjoy the company of someone who is as afflicted by the darkness as him. His silence defies her question but he speaks eventually. ”You will hunt with me,” his voice rolls deep from his chest as he continues to watch her with two-toned eyes. It is not a question, it is a demand. He turns away from her, back to the shadows of night, and begins to leave. He expects to hear her footfalls coming from behind him or else she will be the one to be hunted. Few are allowed into his fold and an invitation is never declined.