His eyes set upon her, way before she has even seen his outline in the distance. When she finally drew as near as she dared, his lips formed a wicked smirk at the obvious fright her body actions portrayed...the way her mouths formed words by not a whole sentence, the way her mouth has formed a gasp before she even thought to speak, and her hand going to cover her mouth so as not to let a terrified cry betray her. He took a step over the fallen tree, and then another, bringing himself to be on the same side of it as she began to stiffly back up, each step backwards become more and more obviously tense. His smirk grew wider, as her thoughts of running and trying to figure out where to go echoed into his own mind, and he let out a roar of amused, dark laughter, so loud it could be heard above the thunder that once more rang out in the skies above. He threw his wings back, and them brought them to be wide open, just once, in one great, giant sweep, and though his mouth did not move, a deep, heavy voice thick with some unknown accent resounded in her mind, but ever so calmly. "[s]Where are you going to run to, you know that the terrain is deliciously wet right now, dangerous and slick, and surely you do not think you could even outrun me? The length of my legs alone should tell you that would be unwise, and my wings would take me to you before you had the chance to think of how I got into your mind, if I so chose to use them. Little deer, so frantic, where are you going, what ever shall you do?[/s]". The calm tone that rang about in her mind was obviously amused, but in a sickening sort of fashion.
 He stood there, not running or even walking after her, and kept his arms crossed and his hands clasped. Though he did not relax his wings, he did let them go back in forth casually, about every half of a minute to a minute they would heave backwards and glide back to their original outspread position. He never let his eyes leave her, and he took in the sight of her, already a mess from the rain, only to be even more so out of sorts by her obvious state of shock and fear. Her level of panic was so clear to him, he could almost taste it in the air, and his slender forked tongue of his primal state ran over his lips not once, but twice. [i]Oh how these humans do frighten so easily, and even easier it seems that the female is to strike fear into. This is it, this is the day, I have waited so long and patiently[/i], he thought to himself, watching her matted wet curls bounce as she had started to run in the other way. He knew very well they were far from the city streets, and he could snatch her up i half of her heartbeat if he so desired. He could have just gathered her up in one swift movement, never stopping to even touch the ground, but something about watching terror unfold and rise in a human set his heart to a race that he always enjoyed. 
 Another lightning cracked above, and he did not even flinch, but once again let out a roar of a laugh, enjoying her panic and this horrible storm, it seemed. He knew very well that this setting had already unnerved her, and he had the full advantage in every aspect. He was observing her reactions as much as he was enjoying them, once again reminding himself that she was the first female human he had ever let himself be known to. Yes, he had seen others, but her singularity had caught his eye, knowing that her living alone would work well for him, and the factor that she was so driven and independent had really caught his attention. He had such a natural love to break apart the regularity of the lives of humans, as well as many other things.