She runs from me. They always run. But I could smell the witching on her from miles away. Her heady magic scent carried across the treetops and into my domain. Across the Bone Bridge and over my Moors. I felt her. My soulless body craves her body, so full of life and passion. She is more soulful than any other creature in this pitiful excuse for a town. She runs from me, but now that I’ve got her scent, she will never be able to hide.
