Phantom Hollow they say poison is a lady's weapon

no answer. no reply. nothing for hours it would see. "no? how sad..." Huntington's head twisted back to look at the unconscious form, a cruel sneer growing. she had done her job well then. plucking the collected moss in her jaws, she would leave the other be. her lanky form would disappear soon enough, the last flick of her tail discarding her used toy. she should have picked a lesser poison if the woman had played that quickly. it was almost disappointing how feeble the body was.