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WHAT, now, was this? Spectral, ethereal, beautiful.
A chitter of curiosity, but body does not move, poised
perfectly as insects gather upon horns, smaller fauna
sniffing at fetid claws and blood smeared upon gangly
form.
“ WEL-LCOME.”
Only glance can be offered at present, but strained
word whispere is genuine still. So few venture to
wood without REEKING of paranoia or some other
negativity to offset balance. The change was soothing.
SHE’S brooding again, ( when was she not? )
The spirit hovers close to the ground, eyes
of pure white gazing longingly through the
leaves of the trees.
A gasp, she’s caught off-guard, Lina’s hoping
the owner of that voice better not be a ghost
hunter.
She turns her head, breathing a sigh
of relief when she has sighted nothing
but one of the native wendigos.
‘ THANKS, I hope I’m not trespass
-ing, am I? ‘