In the shadows of the forest

Cadaver watched the girl before him, taking great pleasure in the fear that sparked within her eyes. He could see she was trying to hide it, trying to stand tall in spite of him. But he could smell her fear, it was like a sweet perfume that intoxicated him. The dainty fae before him was far from being a threat, even with her prickling aggression and defiant stance. His lips curled into a wolfish smirk, stretching his muzzle to reveal a gleaming set of sharp teeth. "Suppose you are," Cadaver drawled in response to her quip, his voice low and rich. He leaned in, his large frame casting an imposing shadow over the petite female. He watched as her fur bristled and she took another step back, the way her eyes flicked between his mismatched ones and his bared teeth. He found amusement in the way she reacted to him; it was like watching a small animal scramble away from a much larger predator. This was a game to him, a form of entertainment that only someone like him could derive pleasure from.

Cadaver's smirk only widened at Ember's retort, her bravado amusing him more than anything. "Is that so?" His voice drawled out silkily, half-lidded eyes watching the fae with discerning interest. He stepped back, allowing her some semblance of space as he casually circled around her like a shark circling its prey. His mismatched eyes never left her, scrutinizing every twitch, every shift of her weight. Every tremor that coursed through her lithe body as made his way around. He came to a stop in front of her again and tilted his head, looking down at her through his icy blue and soft pink eyes. He paused. Her fear was palpable, but there was also a determination that teased at the edge of his senses.

"Well, aren't you a feisty little thing," he mused aloud, a glint of amusement danced in his eyes. His tail swished leisurely behind him, dusting the fresh snow beneath his hulking paws. He took a moment to revel in the tension, letting it wash over him like a soothing lullaby before speaking again. His low, threatening growl echoed in the silence between them. "But bravado doesn't equate to strength, firefly." He moved closer slowly, each step deliberate and heavy. The words dripped with saccharine sweetness, a stark contrast to the cold danger that lurked in his eyes. "You're good at talking, but can you actually back it up?" His voice dropped to a murmur. “Or … if you run right now, I promise I won’t chase.” He could not deny the pull to dominate, to unravel this fireball standing up to him. But he would take satisfaction in running her off as well.

"Cadaver Nightwing"