09-16-2012, 12:05 PM
The pale coyote walked calmly through Anathema. For once her cloak wasn't around her body, the pale sheen visible in the light. She could pass for a ghost herself with her quiet steps, not making a sound as she tread forwards. The night was cool, nothing too unusual standing out in her mind. At least, not until she spotted something that was most definitely unusual. Pride's steps slowed, watching with curiosity as the spirit drifted over the lands. Pride had never doubted in their existence, the strange canines that lived here being rather open about the afterlife. It didn't occur to her that there might be a specific reason that she could see him.
Briefly she basked in the knowledge of what she saw before she moved forwards, delicate steps crossing the distance. Once she was closer details began to be visible in the spirit. It was a coyote of some sort, gliding towards the caves. Pride hesitated before she continued after him, wondering why a spirit would come here. She could see that the coyote spirit was male, with rough scars over his body. He must have been a warrior when alive. Pride wondered if she should interrupt him, ask him about what he was doing. Was it right to speak to a spirit? Pride hadn't focused much on such things.
Briefly she basked in the knowledge of what she saw before she moved forwards, delicate steps crossing the distance. Once she was closer details began to be visible in the spirit. It was a coyote of some sort, gliding towards the caves. Pride hesitated before she continued after him, wondering why a spirit would come here. She could see that the coyote spirit was male, with rough scars over his body. He must have been a warrior when alive. Pride wondered if she should interrupt him, ask him about what he was doing. Was it right to speak to a spirit? Pride hadn't focused much on such things.