WALKING WITH A GHOST

?Will you bury me, Argent?? he questions, voice perhaps overly demanding for such an imposing situation; weaving beneath the looming shadows of the ice-ridge that encompassed his province. A cloud passes by the moon for a blinking instance, further casting the duo into obscurity before the pallid ghoul is revealed in his wholesome splendour. He loiters a short distance from her, cherry lips pulled taut into a simper of flourishing ecstasy. ?And if I prevail, will she forge a corridor of turmoil with me elsewhere?? yes, Isardis held frail desires to depart from Alacritis; whether it was physically or spiritually after tonights savagery he did not know, but the lands had grown far too dull for his tastes.