(A Silver and Zero production) Plaything

[Maero]

They walked on for a bit, the wounded soldier lagging behind for a time, though he did his best to keep up. Finally they reached a very large dead tree where The Master heard the fourth voice coming from. Sitting in its branches was a red nymph girl, her skin crimson and glowing softly, her eyes a deep purple. "So the prey find the predator..." she hissed softly. "How convenient that fowl jump into the fox's maw."