The cool rain falls softly through the branches of the large trees as you wander through the undergrowth. You sense more then see her. You catch her scent on the wind. Your prey is here. You catch a flash of her long red hair as she darts from tree to tree, her pale limbs flashing through the greens and browns of your woods.
You smirk to yourself as you move silently forward. Then you see her, she has become very still watching you through the leaves. Your eyes lock with hers, you see the tremble that runs through her, her pale silver blue eyes seem to come to life with an inner fire.
You laugh, and she bolts. Her form moves swiftly and gracefully over the fallen logs and through the underbrush. You growl softly as you launch forward after her. She is now truely your prey, she will fall to you, you know it is only a matter of time. This is your forest, you territory, and you know she wants to be your prey.
You see her hurling herself forward trying to outrun you. You let out a primal sound that is a growl and a laugh. You see her footsteps falter at the sound. In that moment you know you have her. She wants this as much as you do, she wants to be caught and used.
You reach out, now within arms reach and your fingers tangle in her hair. You drag her back to you, slamming her body into yours. You spin her quickly trapping her arms at her sides, your hand wrapped tightly in her hair keeping her head back for your brutal kiss. She bites at you defiantly. You laugh. You like the fight, you like the fear you see in her eyes as she wonders what you will do to her.
You press her to the ground in front of you, knowing by the flash of pain in her eyes that the twigs and rocks are digging into her tender flesh. You grin down at her, liking her pain, and the flash of defiance in her eyes as she tries to struggle away from you. You jerk her back into place as she pulls back, giving her a look that says it all. Do this or you will be punished.