cola with the burnt-out taste

The woman was driven to the moor. The place calling her. She could barely see for all the mist. She hated it. The curling tendrils closing around her like long spindly fingers. She sped up a little bit and a scent hit her. A male, but also something more familiar. Family. She sighed. great. Just perfect. as she arrived she was rather disappointed by what she saw. Baldur, who was usually a total dick, and Freyja. She had never really liked her. Another man was there. She did not recognise him. She edged closer to the group. Lingering on the edge. She glanced at the stranger. A stump was all that was left of one of his legs. She sneered. Stupid weak man. She assumed that it was lost in a fight. It had been done very recently. She glanced to the thing beside him. A rotting deer skin. Disgusting. She moved back a few steps. She didn't want her pristine pelt tainted by such filth. But the missing leg aside, the man was rather good looking. Bi-coloured optics scanned the area around them. Wondering when the must was going to clear away.

OOC: phone post >.<