Sex: FemaleStillness. That was the only sound or to be proper the lack of sound that surrounded Hexamora as her snow colored paws strode lightly through the deep, lichen enriched forest, her gait casual while her hips swung from side to side with each step. A glance up at the consolidated canopy that hung above with eyes at odds with one another revealed no tell tale sign of what hour in the day it was, an ever looming sense of twilight intermingling with that of eeriness from the lack of sunlight that was capable of penetrating the branches above. It was almost creepy in a way and this was the type of place a woman as dark hearted as herself could grow comfortable enough in to almost call home. The forest seemed nearly undiscovered and if there wasn't scat of different animals occasionally along the imaginary trail the ivory woman followed she would have thought this place uninhabited. A suitable abode this would be yes, but there was so much land to scout still before an official decision to make a den here could be decided.
In her current position she found herself near the side of a once mighty sentry of the forest large enough to house a single wolf who now was fallen and rotted to the core much like herself. Gently lowering her pale crown to the floor a dull object cream in coloration toppled from her jaws to lay at her feet, the very structure of it unmistakably belonging to that of a wolf skull before returning her attention to the massive tree trunk in the middle of her pathway. A single press of her paw to its belly caused the decaying bark to crumble and wither into saw dust making it a weak and unsuitable place for the likes of her. The Beauvau woman deserved nothing but the best and preferably creepiest den location to call her own with hopes its unfathomably creepy exterior would deter any possible intruders. Though the fallen and decaying solider of the forest was a hopeful, it alas did not meet the pale coated woman's obscure standards. Thus with a quick swoop of her head the cream tinted object she carried with her returned to her jaws and her body was sent into motion to find the next hopeful spot within the expansive of trees. Surely there was somewhere within these wild, uncharted woods that would suit her desires.
Onward the pale woman trudged with skull in mouth, a shudder trailing down the length of her spine the deeper into the verdant mosses she found herself as the temperature began to steadily drop closer and closer to freezing while small clusters of snow littered tree stumps and left patches of the white powder at their bases on the forest floor. This puzzled the woman as her steps slowed briefly in order to crane her head skyward once more to peer at the flame painted canopy that held such finely knit branches impossible of holding the smallest crack in its weaving. Not even the thinnest beam of light could penetrate its defenses and left the world around her in a black abyss, yet the likes of snow managed to tumble through the autumn foliage and collect on the ground. What a peculiar place this verdant place was and all the more fitting for her to dwell within it. Darkness attracted darkness. Continuing onward in silence Hex allowed her gaze to settle on the trail she followed, careful to avoid a pile of fox scat that lay in the center of her path while keeping an open eye for a possible location to claim as her own. If she did manage to finally find a place all her own she could finally store the precious skull that traveled everywhere with her since coming into the Lore inside to be admired like the glorious treasure it was. Happily her paws would dig a special notch in the wall of dirt for it to rest, the beginning of a beautiful and creepy skull collection she planned to grow one by one from any fallen wolf that crosses her path like the one who now had his or her skull nestled between her teeth.
There. Just within her peripheral vision something attracted the soulless woman in white. Turning her head in its direction and narrowing her gaze she saw...fog? Now that was unexpected seeing as it only occupied this one section of forest. Curiosity running wild her body drifted from the worn trail towards the fog slowly as if it called to her, entrancing her body to investigate its being while muscles tensed as if something was hiding in the low laying cloud cover. Normally fog would disperse and recede from the intruder once its surface was disturbed, but as Hexamora's legs prodded the suspended collection of liquid water droplets nothing happened. There was no motion, nothing budging like a beast in repulse to allow her body passage as it should have and her slender frame found itself padding deeper into this mysterious fog as her pale body seemed to disappear all together creating the sense that she was now a phantom of the fog with only the glow of her eyes to reveal her whereabouts, becoming almost ethereal. The she-wolf glanced behind her and became all the more perplexed by the fog. Normally there was no shape to something as free-flowing as fog, but from where she entered its phantasmal grip lay a solid line where frozen ice crystals met forest in the form of a boarder. How creepy and how intriguing.
This place was otherworldly beyond a doubt and Hex could feel a sinister smirk grace the ebony lining of her lips despite the skull that was still tucked safely between her canines. How could she not enjoy a place like this? It sent a creepy vibe down her spine which in turn gave her the chills and not the ones from the weather. Lowering her head to the invisible ground below she placed the skull once more at her feet and placed a paw gently to its crown, absentmindedly caressing the bone structure of its once brow."I think we have found it." her voice rang darkly on the silent air, the first sound in what felt like eons to grace her ears other than the light tk tk tk tk tk tk of her claws scratching at the surface of the skull with each passing caress. Yes, this place would do nicely. With the fog to conceal her already pale figure she could hide effortlessly among its chilling embrace like a phantom in the hollow. "Phantom Hollow." She tested the name for this place, thrilled with the way it rolled off her tongue with such an eerie sensation. It was fitting for this place, this place that she would call home.
