11-21-2007, 02:02 PM
[html]The shadows shifted; the voices changing as shapes writhed and twisted around him. They whispered animatedly in his ear, clicking teeth until gaze shifted and rose. The forest was quiet, and for a moment he thought they were simply seeking to bother him, as wasn't uncommon, until another voice spoke out. He drown it out, mistaking it to be simply another ghost, but this one held a shape and form as it materialized out of the darkness.
She called him boy. And moved forward with a confidence that told him she was no trespasser to the Land of Wuffluvers. But Samael could hardly keep track of those who came and went from the seaside clan, and thus she was just another ghost to him. "Sleeping?" he inquired lightly, a faint look crossing his delicate features as though in confusion about such an idea. But his expression changed, smiling with a serpentine smile toward the stranger. "Sleep is not a particular hobby of mine. Who are you anyway?"