Neverwinter Forest you're a walking overdose in a great coat

IM SCREAMING I DONT EVEN KNOW HOW TO REPLY SORRY BROTHER I LUV U

The fiery red of Maera's cheeks was soon stained with another type of red: blood.
She ate until there was nothing left to salvage from the corpse, and even then, Maera was not complete sated. She licked her lips, unaware of what, who, was coming her way. Ever since she had first left the Teekon Wids, when she had left her family's reign, Duskfire Glacier, there had been an emptiness inside the Sveijarn.
A void no amount of food, and no amount of objects or collections seemed to fill.

A heavy sigh escaped from the flame's lips as she began to collect herself to leave. However, when she was ready to take off in search for another place to spend the rest of the afternoon, she didn't move.
Something held her back.
Something she had no name for but anchored her to the spot.  

Suddenly, the feeling that she was being watched crept over her shoulders and Maera letting out an anxious whine, began to look around. Not knowing what she was looking for exactly but knowing there was something. 

A ghost. A voice in her head whispered as she turned to look over her shoulder and then swing her head back to the side, her search becoming more frantic.