Light the fuse

Unfortunately for Roza being unaware of her current surroundings was going to lead to a very bad encounter…

He was a child of Sin, a child of chaos, and so thus that was what Forsaken longed to spread upon the world. He wanted to deliver pain onto his enemies, but longed to feel it as well, for feeling pain was a sign that one was alive.

Forsaken took in a slow breath, mind trialing to his little captives. Being as it was winter he was sure they wouldn’t be brave enough to cross the waters on their own… but come spring he’d need to beat the fear into them to make sure they didn’t dare leave that isle. The boy was going to be a bigger problem of course, being larger than even Forsaken, but the girl…

Forsaken paused. Yes, speaking of females, there seemed to be a feminine scent on the breeze today. One that bore a bit of a familiar scent, though it was not necessarily her own.

A wicked grin spread across the lips of the brute then. Ganta… whoever this female was Ganta’s scent mingled with her own and that meant only one thing; she was a target.

Forsaken quickened his pace, until at last his golden eyes fell upon the woman. There was something else about her scent too that had the male sniggering. What was this? Had Ganta taken the wench for a mate?

“What do we have here…?” His voice came out in a slow, amused drawl, his gaze flickering to the back of the woman’s head. When she turned… she was going to be face to face with a devil.