Cernunnos burst into the glade scant heartbeats later. His night dark eyes rose to regard the moon and the fleeing form ahead of him.<em>Yes.</em>he thought.<em>Here. Now. Under the Goddesses gaze.</em><br/><br/>His form blurred as he accelerated across the moonlit glade, circling around Dawn. He wanted her to see him coming, to drive her away from the illusiary safety of the treeline. In his minds eye he saw the final steps of this dance, her pace faltering as she realised she could not reach the trees however she turned, that he would always be faster, always be there, always be circling.<br/><br/>But not a circle. A spiral, with her at its centre. And when she realised that, when she stood with heaving breast, gasping for air, the scent of her fear carrying through the moonlit air to his keener than ever senses, then he would approach her. Only then would he move to her side, tear away the last shreds of her clothing and claim her, beneath the full moon.<br/><br/>His teeth bared in a grin as the thoughts flitted through his mind, and he began to spiral closer as he herded her.<br/><br/><em>Soon.</em>