Spindly saplings lurched around the Tiefling, their branches and withering leaves swaying back and forth in the breeze, slivers of moonlight filtering through. Great evergreens stood like trees planted by the water's edge, solid and unwavering, their bark a dark charcoal color. Their rinds had twisted into knots, and some of them looked very much like faces. Haggard, unblinking faces that stared at him as he ran by. Others had been completely stripped of their bark, deep abrasions in the wood where claws had torn through. The underbrush was overgrown and unruly, as the townspeople never ventured this far and never cleared the land. It looked like the animals didn't either—ripe, succulent berries remained clustered to bushes, tucked away in spiky thickets. There were no marks in the dirt. No foot prints and no convex tracks to indicate deer or any other type of wildlife had traveled through recently.
The Tiefling was alone, with a restless, wrathful teenage girl hot on his tail. There was a bright, fanatic shine in her eyes, her gaze lazer-focused on her target. Her quarry. Her prey. Adrenaline coursed through her veins. She hadn't felt this alive for... years. Decades. Possibly centuries. Not since—well, that's right. Not since she'd died. Compulsion drove her forward, through thickets overgrown with thorns and low hanging branches. They tore at her skin and ripped her clothing, but she didn't care. None of it bothered it. Compared to the suffering she'd already endured, it was nothing.
"You can't run forever!" she called out in a deep, otherworldly voice in between fits of laughter. He'd always run from her, taking everything she held dear with him. Not tonight. Tonight she'd catch up with in once and for all. Tonight she'd put an end to her torment—the end of hers but just the beginning of his.
If Altair continued to run in the same direction, he would eventually reach a pathway. Presumably the same pathway they'd ventured off of earlier, when they'd first heard the voice. There was a fork in the road, with a sign pointing in two different directions. Its lettering was faded and illegible, but if the Sith took the time to look closely, he would notice markings carved into the wood. A circle with two arrows pointing towards the right and three slanted lines. There was also blood splatter, behind the clematis vine that crept up the timber but didn't bloom.
To the left, the pathway was overgrown and narrow, with moonlight spilling through the canopy. To the right, it was unobstructed and dark, with large, wide leaves that blocked out most of the moonlight. And behind him—about fifteen feet away and gaining—was Samara, charging toward him. @Sreeya