Phantom Hollow Ghost pet

Legend had long seen the rubble of Akashingo and smelled the scent of rotting flesh.

Now she roamed with no purpose, no master, and though she knew there was no soul residing in her beforehand, her flesh felt truly empty now. Nothing but static buzzed in that head, just loud enough to cover the trove of whispers rattling around. 

The imp's tail was tight against the the belly, legs dragging forward below a bony, patchy frame. Weight had shriveled up. Shriveled up and died! Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Thrashing her face, seeing blurry pictures of the earth underneath, that ill feeling came up again of feeling as though she was not her own skin.

Legend had lost everything life had to offer now that there was no one leading it for her.

No point! No point! No point in nothing! No point!

No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point. No point.

A garbled whine erupted the devil's mouth, paws suddenly throwing over her head as she bowed to the ground and tried to scratch away at her muzzle rapidly. Wincing, roughing up the fur on the top of her head, hacking out a groan as her mouth opened so wide the jaw could've popped out of socket.

Stilling, she lifted again with a blank face, slinking along the mossy shadows.