Long Haired Blackness
Violet-Grey Burnt eyes
wild blood in her veins
a touch like death
mournful howl, raspy breath
Alone And Empty
•†Banshee†•

In a lost wood is a small place of eerie beauty. Faerie country perhaps, maybe not. At the beginning of a hollowed out Oak done in by a storm or something else, claw marks on the bark that run red with blood. Enter if you dare..or if you have no where else to go. Please be aware that you may not return all into yourself, or not at all, for if you are pretty enough..I will keep you.