Phantom Hollow ausbessern

On one particular day, Miriam disappeared from Neverwinter Forest.

With no one truly keeping an eye out for her, and the occasionally company, she would return eventually without anyone noticing her momentum departure. Upon the middle of her slumber did she wake up, and with such a blurred mindset did she find herself paws travelling to familiar lands, but struck with horrible memories of what she could never forget. The plains were the weak daughter was found, and the river where the royalty were to stolen from; all but a twist and turn of the unfortunate life that Miriam tried to play.

And now here she was, her story continuing on, yet she was all but skin and bones. Her ribcage showing so visibly, and her cheeks shallow to the core; she was like a walking corpse, and even her lifeless eyes were but a faded doll in it's place. A sad sight to be, for once upon a time she was a curious traveller under the reigns of the Goddess and Horned God, and her trust to them led so far to the point she was misguided, and the man who she thought was an Apostle of them so, indulged her with the unmarried life of pups.

How she adores the two so; but neither feel the same. One is gone, and other shatters the poor maidens heart.

An eerie silence, and a weakened woman with unknown reasoning to what brought her to the hollows. She grunted slightly, her body slouching down into a ease, and a mindless gaze to a darkened figure in the distance.