A morning walk

I never promised you an open heart or charity, I never wanted to abuse your imagination

The sun was sunning down in these woods. Fantasma, with her blue colored coat, stood out among the green vegetation like a sore thumb. It wasn't like they had a problem with standing out...well...they did depending on the situation. This was normal. There was no snow here to cover her tracks. At least not yet. The forests reminded her of home. Maybe these woods were home once. Fantasma wouldn't know too well. Especially just by looking around.

The scents were different here. She found herself exploring every so often during her walk to nowhere. Seeing small animals pass her. She considered her options. Fantasma wasn't the best at hunting, but often she would herself able to get something in their jaws.

They weren't hungry at that moment. So for now they wander, wondering when they'll find what they're looking for.

I come with knives, to love you and agony, to love you with agony