_{sharp blades pierced the wood that the creature stood in front of, instinct ran through his mind & every word that was screamed told him to gut a smile upon her face. and yet, he couldn't find the courage or nerve to kill her. there was no gain in it, no pleasure in killing someone who didn't bare a prize for him. ‘ now, you look like someone whose been chasing something. something thats in yer sights but out of yer reach. name yer price & yer item of choosing and ill bring it back for you. as long as theres something far more valuable in return. ‘ & @foxkissed}