Fishblight Mire fiendish delight

the mark came into focus and rattled him into a ghastly wheeze that forced wet coughs from the back of his throat. blood spattered against the earth and he passed over it without care; it was not his own, anyway. 

the female was a stunning silver with a cloak of darker grey that sat along the elegant jutting bones of her back and skull. the ghoul wondered where such a divine creature could have appeared from. he prowled forward on jagged limbs and seemed to stumble against the weight of his own haggard frame. 

there were no words, but the ghoul stepped toward her and made motion to drink in her scent.