The Heartwood A Lover's Blight

Athan chuckled, the act letting out clouds of air around his face, framing his pale face in an even paler, nearly transparent gauze of heated water vapor and exhaled air. It does not take much strength to down a starving child alone in the woods, He gazes intently at her face, trying to discern the meaning hinted in her eyes. Why are you hiding? The creature's voice softens. Come out, His voice takes on a more demanding tone now, harsh, but spoken in a soft whisper. It could be mistaken for a lustful whisper, or a coy, teasing request. Athan feels ambiguous to himself at this point, unsure of what he exactly wants from the woman. But he knows he wants to see her.