The soft sound of languidly paced footsteps thud and shuffle down a narrow hall. She is a flickering, obscure presence and unfathomably deadly; much softer than a gunshot, but more wicked than a sword slay.
She is everything; she is undefined.
Lips pursed, eyes set; gaze a calm smoldering lavender.
She carries herself with a certain posture, back erect. One foot in front of the other.
Sauntering; almost swaying.
All hair and pleated clothing. Petite fingers ghost against the glass of all too-familiar windows as she floats along like a wandering apparition, and then her physical form shudders as she blends into the darkness.
She will haunt this place until she has found something to satisfy her.
However long that may take, until then, she is here to stay.
