Ethan grinned at him, a grin that was more a baring of teeth than anything. “You don’t like pain, fawn?” he asked, because he realized that that was what the pooka reminded him of. A baby deer, easily startled with wide wide doe eyes. So big and trusting with fawn like hair.
Ethan loved deer. They were probably his favourite prey animal. Well, out of the true animals and not the fae. Faeries were his most favourite prey.
“Don’t you want to bleed for me, fawn?” he cooed as he loosened his grip to let Rowan think he might let him get away – but not so loose as to release him completely. He fully intended to have his dinner right here, taken from the pooka’s flesh. He wanted to scare him more first though, because fear was the best flavour.
But then a branch snapped in the distance and Ethan stilled. His head cocked to the side as he listened carefully, nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. There were people walking in the park, coming closer to the tree line. What a nuisance. Humans by the scent of them. Humans always smelled slightly bad, a chemical scent that wasn’t natural. Ethan did not like the taste of their flesh as much.
He released Rowan’s wrist then and took a step back. “You’re lucky,” he purred as he licked the last taste of blood from his lips. “Next time you won’t be. I’ll find you.” His voice was a deadly promise before he turned and loped off into the woods.