Cedar Sweep End Of Nightfire

The woman tried to feign that she was alright, but Ithrik could smell sadness flowing from her; she reeked of it. His eyes roamed her once more and he closed the remaining space between them. “Don't lie to me, girl,” he growled with a sinister and rasping chuckle that followed. His limbs were taught, preparing him to overtake her if she should try to run, but he wondered if she would even notice the dark undertones in his words. The devil did not truly care if she was fit and well; he only wanted to know if he would have an advantage in overtaking her. As it stood, he was growing confident in his chances.