Tiptoe through the spookies

A voice called out to the girl in the fog laden night and she paused in her steps, head lifting and squinting to see who had spoken. Surely it wasn’t a figment of her imagination, but she couldn’t deny the possibility. She knew the Soulless Forest had a tendency to play tricks on the mind, who was to say it wasn’t doing so all the way out here? But, it soon became obvious that she was perfectly sane when a fiery red girl appeared from the darkness. She was cloaked in what seemed like fire, a pair of curling horns sprouting from her head and extending back like those of an antelope. She’d seen many mutations, but those were the first type of horns she’d seen. She’d be remise to say the girl wasn’t pretty.

Kali’s brows lifted above her golden masked face when she asked what she was looking out for. They were damn near in the middle of the pitfall and the girl hadn’t managed to fall into any quicksand pits despite not knowing the dangers there were? “If there are gods, they must be smiling down on you,” she said with a laugh. A flirtatious smile etched its way onto her lips as she tossed her head, motioning around them with a gold wrapped paw. “There are quicksand pits littering every god forsaken inch of this place. I’m surprised you haven’t fallen in one, you definitely wouldn’t be the first. You should watch your step, it would be a shame to lose such a pretty face,” she remarked, once again blowing an oddly colored firefly that flickered near her face. “These bugs also seem to be everywhere,” the Malakim grumbled.