The ghost watches in silence. She’s surely not hidden among the browns and greens of the moss and trees. The wind sweeps her long smoky-black hair across her painted face, drifting across her long porcelain nose and icy eyes. He is a peculiar looking beast, but nothing surprises her anymore, not here in these woods, in this land. Horror and delight, they both wander freely here. He’s clearly not able to see from a pair of eyes like hers, but she has little doubt that the stranger’s senses have not found her yet.
As comes back up from a drink, she goes down for one. She inches to the crumbling edge, stepping into the shallow water, the pebble bottom grinding beneath her feet as she bends to take in some of the cold mountain water. Kota has always taken to wandering, aimless travel and investigation. Lately she’s been unlike herself, staying in the same places, keeping fairly close to the same faces – mostly her father’s, or her daughter and granddaughter, but even that is more than the ghoulish recluse is usually willing to give into.
She draws her head back up, water dribbling down her pink chin, she watches him in silence. Unless the rest of his senses are as broken as his horned eye-sockets, she’s sure he’s aware of her presence across the narrow piece of river. He on one side, her on the other, and between them is a deep, black rushing vein of riverwater. If he is carnivorous and on the hunt it will surely carry him away, and if he were to take flight it wouldn’t be easy in these trees. She would likely escape an attack if he were to try one. She’s good at quickly disappearing – a ghost between the trees.
Kota
those great whites,
they have big teeth
@[ghaul]
i cant even tell you why i put her here
she wanted to, i guess
XD
