Her breath tore from her, along with a plaintive whimper as she realized he had gotten ahead of her, that he was circling back toward her now and her footsteps came shorter, trying to turn her around only to realize again that he was before her, no matter which way she turned. She had no worry for seeming foolish or weak by that sound, by the tremor's that coursed through her body as she watched his figure near hers. The dance was coming to an end and for once she didn't know what to expect when the man touched her. She didn't know what would happen, how he would treat her.<br/><br/>Dawn could imagine, could envision it and it made her knees want to give out as she looked into those feral eyes that seemed to pierce through her. Her legs still moved though, trying to dodge around him, trying to get away back into the trees. She was fast, she was strong, she could keep going.<br/><br/>But after the sixth time of him appearing before her, her breath catching and that whimper more clear with each time she froze, realizing she was in the center of the clearing still and he was coming closer. She was pray. Her limbs shook, her legs moving with a desperate, unthinking grace as she stumbled back a few steps from his advancing form, keeping her eyes on him even as her arms wrapped around herself. Her pale skin was flushed from the run, with the desire and the fear, her midnight sky eyes shimmering, and too wide in her features, pants still parting her lips. A few stray leaves had caught in the starlight mass of her curls.<br/><br/>Aware that he had her, knowing she had no way out the Princess did the only thing she could think of to do. She raised her chin, defiant and challenged him with her eyes to finish it, to take what she had offered, what was his by the right of the primal, feral courtship they had just performed in the shadows of the night. "Are you merely going to circle me then Cernunnos?" Taunting, sultry, stupid she knew, but she couldn't help herself, wanting to hear his growl, to know his power.