He hears her before she approaches, but does not falter. He stands deathly still; a mere shadow in the warm summer sun. Icy hues do not look at her at first, that is, until she is close enough to him that he can smell the blood coursing through her veins. He glances up at her, and listens to her taunting...her daring words.
He laughs coldly. He has seen her before - one of Gryffen's playthings. It could go one of two ways - either the wraith likes his ballsiness in killing another Sylvan, or he grows angry. He smiles, staring at her throat, teeth itching to rip out her veins, watch the blood from them cascade like a violent waterfall. With a slight nod, he is circling her.
"Oh do you?" He questions, brow raising quizzically. "Who is your enemy? Ex-lover? Frenemy? Parent? A child like you must have some kind of pathetic vendetta." The words he spits are harsh as he stops in front of her, mouth curling into a grin. He knows what she had meant, he just likes to play with his food. "Well...unless the enemy you're trying to kill is inside you." His face falls flat, as he waits for a response.
Modicum Mortem
They all float…
@[Dynast]