Slowly the air turns colder, the foul taste of dark magic coating her tongue as she breathes in deeply. Her night-vision is of no use however when a fog comes rolling in, a blanket of suffocating mist that seems to wrap intangible fingers around tree trunks, curling into every crook and crevice. Wrinkling her nose in disgust she glances around once more, suspicion framing her pretty face. Did that lost voice belong to one trapped within the intangible cage of fog or was it someone luring others into the web of silvery mist? Either way, Castalla cannot not turn away, even as anticipation, adrenalin flows through her veins. There had been others wandering the forest, their hooves the steady drum beat of her heart. But silence reigned now, solid and damning as though whatever forces had enchanted this forest were determined to isolate those who unwittingly gave themselves to it. No, Castalla would not turn away, not when the lives of others might be at stake.
Jaw set in a determined line, a grim expression wrought upon her features, she continued on through the fog, gracefully, a careful assassin upon silent hooves. Sapphiric oculars narrowed, audits standing to attention, she searched her surroundings as best she could, feeling all but blind as the pale fog continued to dampen her senses. Figures seemed to loom ominously from what shadows could penetrate the pale blanket, but they revealed themselves to be little more than branches or bushes. Yet her heart remained a steady thrum within her chest, her breathing slow and quiet as she enforced the training that had saved her life dozens of times over the years. Some called it recklessness, many called it madness, but if there was anything the White Wolf was known for, it was her refusal to back down, to break, even when it was death that stared her in the face.
its kinda all over the place, my apologies ><
Castalla chooses to continue on through the mist
