Through the underbrush ran a disheveled human girl, she was quiet on her feet careful to take pauses in her advance to check her surroundings. As she neared her destination and desired prey her heartbeat quickened, she took in the smells of damp earth, death and decay the smells she so loved. This forest was by far her favorite place she liked it more than even her own home . But she loved more than anything the demon who called this beautiful, horrid place home. The king of decay Psyanyde Daath Nachtmare, just thinking about him made her feel odd a feeling she had come to discover soon after meeting him was affection.
She dove into a bush peering out into the familiar clearing a large tree stood to the right making all the others look small and insignificant. It's branches were bone white and tied to it's limbs in various places were wooden plaques written on them were words of fair well ink smeared from the months exposed to the harsh elements. As she stared her dilated blue ey