Silver Creek Face your wall

spiritual. wanderer.

a draug. clearly, following after the living, leeching off the good black of blood and depth of bone.

hel. in giving it an old name, no longer attached, she hoped to foil it.

she was curious. her head lifted and she extended a leg, tilting her chin sideways in an avian manner. little sniffs only offered more strangeness.

vhat is monk-enso do? it was entertaining, speaking to an undead thing. her tail wagged at hip-height.