Veil of the Predator

~Summary~
In a world where supernatural creatures stalk the night, Larkspur, a Wendigo with an insatiable hunger, navigates a solitary existence defined by her primal needs and tormented past. Bound by an ancient curse and driven by a relentless craving for human flesh, Larkspur roams the forests, feeding on those whose souls are steeped in sin.
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"It's not just about the hunt, is it?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle. "There's something more troubling you."

Larkspur glanced up at him, her face partially obscured by her death mask. "You're perceptive," she said, her voice a mix of surprise and resignation. "It's just... sometimes I wonder if I'm ever truly making a difference. The hunger never seems to end, and neither do the memories."

Rai's eyes flickered with understanding. He reached out, his large hand brushing against her cheek with a tenderness that contrasted his rough demeanor. "You make a difference in ways you might not see. The world is vast, and so are its shadows. You bring justice where it's needed, even if it doesn't always feel like enough."

Larkspur leaned into his touch, her expression softening. "And you? What brings you to these woods, Rai? It's not just for the company, is it?"
Rai chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to resonate with the forest itself. "You know me too well. I enjoy the company, but I also enjoy the quiet moments. It's a rare pleasure to be with someone who understands the darkness in a different way."

He moved closer, his scent enveloping her, a blend of smoky wood and fresh cashmere. "And then there's you. I've always found solace in your presence. It's... comforting. The way you carry yourself, the way you taste and smell. It's a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there can be moments of light."