This one was too easy. Tied up and left in the burnt out husk of a plague village without a soul nearby? And yet he was falling for it. Knew it was probably a trap but he was lost in the entrancement blood provided him. The high as his heart received proper fluid rather than the black, dead sludge. She died quickly and without pain, and he left her in her restraints. Kneeling, and with a gentle hand pushed the locks from her sweat dewed face. A long nailed finger opened her eyes to examine the gems hiding beneath the lids.
"So pretty." He purred to her corpse. "I'd take them for myself bit alas, your dead. And what is the fun of stealing from the dead?" He tipped up her chin in a hand. "You shouldn't have ignore me pretty thing. You should have thanked me for freeing you from here." He laughed again as he remembered she was dead. "Ah well." He remarked and pulled his slipping shirt back up a thin shoulder as he left the remains of her room. The charcoal shattered beneath his bare feet, concealing the multitude of stick poke tattoos that covered him head to toe. "Now... where's that hunter whose been following me about."
