She's Picking Ghost Flowers

Lurid needed time to think, time to plan. There was so much to do now, and not much time to do it in if Alastor hadn't been exaggerating. He wasn't prone to such things though, in her experience, and she took him at his word. Things had become indeed desperate at home, and things would need to be set in place before she could send Samael to her brother and sister for them to begin mobilization. There was work to be done, and this set Lurid in a pensive mood. Brooding, moody, and trying to figure out just how to achieve a goal she had thought she had more time for. Lurid moved with a graceful flow of her paws, her gait making it seem as though she floated across black sand beaches. Like a spectre in the night, the ghostly demon avoided the surf. Holographic white and lavender eyes reflected the pallid moonlight as she walked, pupils reflecting back with a red hue, unblinking as she floated down the beach. Her crystalline coat shimmered softly in the silvery glow of the moon, aiding in the overall illusion of spectral demon.

It wasn't often she found herself this involved with her thoughts, and the look on her face was anything other than welcoming. Brows furrowed together in concentration, lips tight as she nibbled the inside of her cheek, there was something in her walk that suggested her mood. Tail hung behind her parallel with the ground, hanging at half-mast for her fallen pack members. Though they had deserted her, she would still miss the faces that would not come home. Mirovis would grow again, it had been dealt a hard blow, but the ones left were strong enough to continue and loyal enough to keep. Perhaps she could do more here than she thought, she just needed a bit of help getting her goal achieved.