Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

| misty
| 10:00PM

The cool smell is what struck the flame first. She could smell it in the air, the smell of the misty woods that haunted her dreams. Home. There was a certain scent of a group, one of which she couldn't tell who had come and gone, or who were trying to settle in... nonetheless... this was her home. Her birthright. Upon entering the misty woods, a sense of grief overtook the behemoth. A sense of relief as she wandered into the barriers of the fog-filled woods of which she was born in. Closing her ruby eyes, the eyes of her father as she was told once before, she took in its scent. The air felt colder than before... and yet, it felt oddly familiar. it was chilling. Lonely. And yet, it felt comforting all at the same time, as if, this, this was more familiar to her than anything else she could remember.