[The sound of her cry, it does things to him, unsteady shivers that pulse through the Spine and push him ever onward towards greater heights of violence. It's the only thing that registers for him now, the scent of blood, the cries of terror, the wet rip of flesh as the arrow goes in and it's good and he wants it yes he does.
Left open, a moment of weakness, and he capitalises on that opportunity as any predator would, moving in fast as he springs yet again, meaning to bring her to the ground.]
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Left open, a moment of weakness, and he capitalises on that opportunity as any predator would, moving in fast as he springs yet again, meaning to bring her to the ground.]