A hunter daemon

Traversing this forest is much easier now that you have a pair of boots on your feet. Rather than gingerly stepping over every branch you come across, you can now crush them underfoot. You are making good progress through the Blauwalt, until you come across a landslide.

A large part of the hill you were traveling on has broken loose and collapsed, leaving a step drop downward. While you contemplate which direction you should take, avoiding the slope, you suddenly hear a soft crackle of brush behind you.

You turn around and raise your sword. When you see what had made the sound, your heart skips a beat. It is human sized, with a long armored tail, elongated fingers, grey skin and four small horns emerging from its head. It’s a hunter daemon.

You thought you had left the daemons in the abbey behind you. Evidently, at least one has followed you, but what is the fiend's intent?

“You're very far from home, little girl,” growls the hunter. “Didn’t think one of you would be capable of sneaking out. You must’ve been well-bred.”

Daemons must selectively breed for their physical traits. It is sickening that the fiend thinks you would be the result of a similar process.

“Stay back, daemon!” You yell at him.

“Ahhh, feisty too!” The hunter circles you and lashes its tail back and forth. “It must be the fire in your hair. I will enjoy breeding you.”

The daemon lunges for you, but with the help of the word of Saint Magdalena, and some quick footwork, you manage to avoid the attack.

“You don't still believe you can escape, do you?” The daemon taunts. “I followed your scent through this forest right up to this exact place."

Again he reaches out with his long, claw-like fingers. This time you are not quick enough and he manages to tear at your sash and graze your pale flesh with the tip of his claw. The poor fabric falls to pieces on the forest floor, leaving your chest exposed.

“Lovely,” The daemon says as he licks a drop of your blood from his claws. “A few more and your cunt will be exposed as well. I can’t wait to get a good whiff of your sweet flower. I bet the trail I followed would be nothing compared to the source.”

Did this fiend truly follow the scent of your quim? If that is possible, then he can follow you anywhere. You have **** but to fight and defeat him here.

Unless … you look down the slope. It is quite dangerous to go down there, but you are certain this creature would not follow you. He knows he is faster than you could ever be, so he will likely opt to go around. Maybe then you can still outrun him. It is not an optimal choice, but at the very least it’s an option worth considering.