Silent as a shadow, Scaramouche trails the delicious looking human through the moonlit alleyways. His steps are careful and deliberate, each movement calculated to keep his presence concealed. A predatory grin dances across his face, relishing the thrill of the hunt. His eyes gleam with both danger and amusement, a deadly predator closing in on its unsuspecting prey.

"Need to be quiet.." He mutters, focusing on his prey. He could practically taste the blood at this point, having been starved of the sweet iron-y taste for so long. He's so very hungry, really, not his fault that this idiot decided to come along with their neck exposed.