She has yet to tie herself to a plot of land. None were able to satisfy the crave of her perversions. Some have come to lay their seed, some melted into a hazy glow of autumn, some simply lay with lolling tongues and glazed eyes. None could enrich the dark woman's mind. They were all a fading blip on a vast spectrum yet all thought they were a special circumstance despite their lives being mere repeats of a pathetic fairytale that always ended in sweet, tragic devastation.

Karsi is not entirely sure is her own was of significance.

The water parts to reveal broken shells and scattered bones. The pale blue legs remain dry as the white haired bitch disembarked from the thickly pine scented shores of Taiga with Ischia in her hungry sights. She had the whim to visit the island but did not care to explore with a sopping body and tangled mane. No, the animator would not accept the flaws that could have been dealt and instead bends the very essence of the world to meet her desires.

Her walk is slow and deliberate, enjoying the water wall and the way the sea life suspends at her eye level or above. Karsi has had much time to practice her little gift and demonstrates by having a long drowned carcass of a unicorn finding it's split feet and moving behind her oily black body, it's jaw hinged together with kelp, fangs protruding from the edges of it's rotting lips as it follows like a lost puppy beckoning for her attention. A single eye is cast over her shoulder as the rotting thing hurries, bits of grey flesh tearing off.

She emerges not long after on Ischia, the dead unicorn silent without it's tongue but not completely blind with it's infected eye sockets. It sees as thought Karsi does and she wills the dead and rotting skin bag ahead to scout and clear anything that should object of her prescence.