Phantom Hollow They said it changes when the sun goes down

It is the attention she wants that she receives and a curve of her lips form on her muzzle. Emerald eyes darken in the faint light through the fog and the white brute makes his way toward her to close the distance. The chill that has made home in her spine remains but when he speaks, it soothes the demon enough though she’s reminded of the claws embedded there as her mind sways in another direction. She casts her eyes away from him as he speaks, rolling in the deep ocean waves of his voice.

“This certainly isn’t Kansas, is it?” she says, smoke seeping with each word that passes between them. She slowly blinks, turning her head back toward the other with a catlike whip of her tail. Her mind, slowed down already, comes to a halt to move at the same pace as the fog that engulfs them. One paw lifts from the ground and she takes several steps off to the left, breaking the line between them but not without a playful smirk and her head tossed over her shoulder.