All I've got is pieces & pages

The fear that influenced this girl was clearly evident. She refused to look at him. The closer he got, the more she shrunk. If that wasn’t an invitation of trouble, he wasn’t sure what was. As he loomed over, blood dripping from his lips to her flame-kissed ivory coat, he nearly laughed as she made the excuse that the doe was just afraid. When she called him a murderer- that’s when he lost his resolve. If she thought this was bad … she’d probably pass out if she saw some of the other animals he played a part in mutilating with Sephiran. “What’s your point? A quick death was the greatest kindness she could have hoped for.” He answered as his cruel amusement momentarily subsided.

As he peered down at her, he couldn’t deny the desire to grab her pristine scruff … and do what? He wasn’t sure. Perhaps to simply terrorize in a game of cat and mouse. However, he managed to refrain for now. “Aren’t you afraid? Why don’t you fight like she did? Or maybe you just aren’t afraid enough?” Aresenn barked at her- attempting to roll her to her back with a shove of his paw to her shoulder. It annoyed him that she refused to look in his direction, he had hoped that forcing her into a different posture would hinder her ability to avoid him in such a manner. If she perceived him as such a monster, he could certainly give her a reason to think that.

"Aresenn Praetor"