Blackfeather Woods young dumb & broke

[table width=80%][tr][td]It wasn't often that she wandered; aimlessly, without a single soul to accompany her. Usually she was with her brother or even Damien for that matter, but today she had pulled herself from them in a way to clear her mind. First she went to check upon her secret hiding place, counting the pieces of others she had gathered proudly. There was the tongue she had ripped out of some girl's mouth, a bone she had found on the borders and a rotting leg of an old hair Atshen had caught for her. She had eaten the rest of it, yet still held on to the physical gift as a way to never forget. She liked keeping things; liked how she became their owner and how she could do with them what she wanted. Still, her lips were pulled in a straight line; her eyes half-closed and uninterested. Even as she left the spot did her expression never waver.

She picked up the scent of one of the children she had yet to meet. How forgetful of her; Potema had spawned more little spiderlings for their woods, even though another little girl had already ran away. Smart girl - the woods were no place for proper ladies. She could only admire the girl's guts; the guts she had never had. She followed the trail of youthful aromas until she stopped, looking through the mist-like cloud that surrounded one particular tree. The slightest of chuckles escaped her. While she had not actively sought for information about the tree, it was obvious that coming too close meant nothing good and that she should stay clear of this part of the woods. Still, the child wandered mindlessly into dangerous waters - he was young, impressionable maybe... If he just didn't notice her, she could become the child's saviour just before it was too late.[/tr][/td][/table]