Set fire to the rain

Her meandering paws took her closer to the stream, where she could but only catch sight of what awaited her there. The large beast of a man in his coat of crimson, and eyes like pale moss. Coal like tendrils coiled up his legs, and faded into foggy grey, before burning like a blood-red sky across his back. She paused, one step lifted in the air, before slowly settling once more. She looked across to this stranger, and a smile grew across her maw. Delicious.

As though caught in her web and unable to fight the pull of her, the man abandoned his makeshift camp and moved closer to her. She stood there a moment longer, lithe legs resting on the soft grasses as Spice yawned and shook her coat, before padding up her back to drape over her forehead. Her little antlers sticking up between Keetie’s ears as she, too, watched the stranger. He was the first piece of entertainment either had found in some time.

At his words, she began to move again, mindful that she had an audience as she wandered over on light paws, skirting around him as though he was no matter, and food was far more interesting. Her laugh eyes were soon hidden from him as she stopped before the fallen prey. As through that was the only prey here. “Oh, how delightful. Skinned and ready for biting.” She turned back towards him, looking up from under her lashes. “Are you quite sure, Mr…?”

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