An uninvited guest?
Perhaps.
The white cloaked monk-like figure moved through the territory of the Dark Lake in complete and utter silence, the hood of which was normally up and over her head hanging low and down behind her back, revealing the head of slightly past shoulder length newly dyed white hair, and deathly pale complexion that bordered onto grey. Those scarlet eyes - once so full of life and glares, now teemed with an exhaustion that went as far as bedding her brow in a light layer of glistening sweat.
The Betrayer held no living presence - she never had, which made her somewhat difficult to detect. It would take a freak of nature with no nose to not smell her rotting hide coming a mile off, though. Softly she wheezed, plagued with an illness that none in this realm would ever get to see again. It seemed only unique to the Betrayer - or where she came from, and there was only one other in existence that came from this realm that knew of it.
But he?s long since dead... Isn't he?
Alluding the patrols thus far, she begun the walk now up those steps towards the Manor itself. It took her some walk to get there, so she had hoped the visit to be worth her travel. Her feet were aching, she felt ready to up and just collapse on the ground then and there before the oaken double doors, with their intricate designs. Lifting her left arm, the grey tinted hand appeared out from the long sleeves of her attire, and tapped lightly upon the wooden portal before her.
Perhaps.
The white cloaked monk-like figure moved through the territory of the Dark Lake in complete and utter silence, the hood of which was normally up and over her head hanging low and down behind her back, revealing the head of slightly past shoulder length newly dyed white hair, and deathly pale complexion that bordered onto grey. Those scarlet eyes - once so full of life and glares, now teemed with an exhaustion that went as far as bedding her brow in a light layer of glistening sweat.
The Betrayer held no living presence - she never had, which made her somewhat difficult to detect. It would take a freak of nature with no nose to not smell her rotting hide coming a mile off, though. Softly she wheezed, plagued with an illness that none in this realm would ever get to see again. It seemed only unique to the Betrayer - or where she came from, and there was only one other in existence that came from this realm that knew of it.
But he?s long since dead... Isn't he?
Alluding the patrols thus far, she begun the walk now up those steps towards the Manor itself. It took her some walk to get there, so she had hoped the visit to be worth her travel. Her feet were aching, she felt ready to up and just collapse on the ground then and there before the oaken double doors, with their intricate designs. Lifting her left arm, the grey tinted hand appeared out from the long sleeves of her attire, and tapped lightly upon the wooden portal before her.