Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock

Her claws scraped against the stones, clicking with each step the ivory fae made. Her silver hued oculars glared into the decrepit structure beneath her, tracing the intricate lines with curiosity. She had never seen such a structure before, it was creepy. Something had built this massive construction of stone and something else had driven it away. Ghost did not wish to meet either of these creatures, she was sure. Why not beloved? They would make for such good fun! The voice cooed across her cranium, whispering dark promises to her. She shook her head, denying the statement. Are you mad? We have heard rumors of the two legged monstrosities! Who knows what they do to Ghost's beautiful pelt! Instinctively she paused, her head craning to peer out the long, perfect white strands of fur. Not a strand lay out of place, not a piece of dirt marred her flesh, she was flawless, perfect, pristine.

She groomed for hours, meticulously while the voices whispered It was a compulsive disorder, one that she had given up trying to break. She knew she was dancing on the razors edge of psychosis, but what could she do? Plagued by nightmares, saturated by mental illness, it was a wonder she had not become a wild, feral thing. She maintained an air of regality, even now, each step was taken with liquid grace, her bodice gliding across the top of the stones. She supposed she should return to Seracia, her...mate? Was waiting for her? She was still in her heat and she was not sure if she yet bore his pups... haha... pups, how sorry she would be for them.

Echoing claw ticks caught her ears and the phantom stopped, cranium craning around, bodice winding in an arch as the newcomer approached. Friend or foe? Distance or closeness? Did it matter? So many questions, such little time and all the while she waited, tail flickering back and forth with beauty. Voices echoed in her head, taunting, teasing, tasting. Tick...tock...tick...tock...tick...tock