Utterly Mad

There was an odd feeling in the air as she left the farm house. Ferret checked her sword, the damp of two days before had done nothing to mar it's surface. It occured to her in the moment she examined it, that she hadn't noticed the makers mark before.  An image of a lit candle was carefully engraved into the blade just above the handle. The opposite sides image she had noticed. A deer skull. When she looked back up from her blade, she half expected to see something approaching out of the fog. Instead, the feeling ended, vanishing as quickly as it had come. Her sword was sheathed, but she kept her hand on it just in case.

It looked towards the house as it had for the last two nights. It was the second day it had waited. Today, as the rain eased off, the door suddenly opened. The girl emerged slowly, blinking away the sparse light, and then stopped. It doubted that she could see him through the fog, but she suddenly seemed warry. Had she some idea of his presence? The demon determined to take her quickly then and there, but what she did next gave him pause. She drew out her weapon. Normally, he would have simply ignored it, he was an old thing and while weapons could do him harm, he had no fear of them. This, was different though. To her it was only a weapon, but to him it was a shining brand. Steel! The young woman had steel in hand! He would not attack her openly, knowing full well that the steel would surely be his end or a serious injury should she land a solid strike upon the body beneath his meticulously constructed shell. He slid back into the water once again and thought. He would follow her and see. When he felt she was most vulnerable, he would strike. He was more curious now than he had been when he had first sensed her days before, but he could not risk his being simply to be fed on such a small morsel.