Asphodel could feel the strain in his legs as he stalked onwards, his posture slinking through the setting shadows of his surroundings. Her scent was strong and he could even see the fresh prints left in her panic; a smile tugging on his lips.
It seemed his bride was trying to run from the altar.
Unfortunately for her, she was the piece the Prince needed. The Key to his Kingdom. Determination settled deep within his dual-colored optics, and with a sharp inhale did he veer left and aim to strategize the way he’d spoil her escape.
The sun had set completely and no more than a few moments had darkness taken over the land. He couldn’t see her - not with how deep his position was in the foliage - but her scent was still lingering. Some of her fur even stuck on the thicket debris. His tongue licked along the edges of his lips, and he finally let a stick crack underneath his weight.
He wanted her to know he could see her - and that she couldn’t see him.
