who ya gonna call?

THE WOLVES WILL CHASE YOU IN THE PALE MOONLIGHT
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger...

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Deathbelle spoke and he felt a pang in his heart at the familiar voice. "Deathbelle!" He called out but he questioned whether or not she could really hear him. She must've sensed he was there but Hari had no idea how to properly communicate to one of the living now that he was bound in spirit form. How did he make his presence more known? Growling in frustration he kicked at a small rock, sending it skittering across the clearing and into the grass. His ears perked up. Ok… well that was something. But how did he let Deathbelle know it was him without scaring her?

He gazed at the feast of food laid out, searching until he spied what he was looking for. Concentrating on a blue berry he poked it out of its basket and onto the table. Hoping she was still hanging around he did the same with a dandelion that had been laid out as decoration trying to maneuvering the items to together. Blueberry for his blue right eye, dandelion for his golden left.