It had been too long since his jeweled eyes had eaten up her figure. Time passed and yet the concept of it was foreign. To him, this life was never ending. Days and nights bled together like the cruor draining from his victims and into the water. He was a beast of basic routine; eat, sleep, kill, repeat. His body did not work, however, on a time based setting. He rose and hunted when he was hungry, slept when he was tired, and killed when his darkness told him to. It did not matter what the hour was and so he never needed to keep track. And still, he feels this… distance from the moment he had first laid his monstrous eyes upon the dusk colored femme until this point. He knew that he needed to find her again. He knew that he never should have left without her beside him.

Anger swells and wraps around his mind like hot tendrils seeking to ignite. His mistake in leaving her would be corrected soon. All he needed was to find her.

Where he would be able to find her would prove more difficult than one would expect. He travels from the comfortable strangeness of the deciduous forest and into the equally dark recesses of the moorland near to nightfall. The sky is burning with its dying light, the shades of orange and red slowly fading to deep purples and blues as the dark hour takes its place. Bugs hum all around with excitement as their time has come to emerge from their nests, calling to each other from the trees. The last of the birds sends its final goodbye as it settles into its nest for the night. And below the thickened boughs of the trees does a hellish creature lurk.

His coat is draped in the darkness that has overcome the land, the beautiful sheen of it hidden from the pale moonlight, and his eyes of bright amethyst burn for the sight of the gloaming femme. Zagan is not willing to give up on something so readily, and yet something tells him that he will find her whether he is searching or not. One way or another she will come to him, as all pretty little butterflies do, she will become snared in his web again.

So he slows his pace to a mere walk, his muscular form taking more precise, quieted steps through the dense forest floor. His eyes are ever watchful yet void of any true emotion since long ago. She will feel his ominous energy as it swells around him, engulfing everything in his wake, sending smarter creatures scurrying to hide. If she knows what is best for her, she will seek him out before he finds her. But either way, all that matters now… is the anticipation of pursuit.