Ghost

||The Stoic Standby||



Ghost is some what of a lost soul. A survivor of a fire that forced her old clan out of their forest home, she bares the scars of her strife. The trademark claws of her species bare the marks of her tireless efforts to help. She did everything she could to help her clan get settled again but struggled to settle herself, as she seemed to sink into herself. Her one solace always being caring for the young, her cold demeanour always melted around hatchlings. There came a point where Ghost seemed to realise she spent so much time on others but never herself… So set out on a journey in hopes of doing just that. With still immense love for her old clan, she sought a sense of familiarity but still somewhere unlike anything she’d ever known. So where else better to go than the starfall isles? On good terms with her old clan, the strays were an easy choice.

Familiar faces helped her settle in, showing her the ins and outs of the muddled lair. It didn’t take long for her to start gravitating towards the nursery. You could always tell when she was coming, the mask she wears clanks softly against the hood she is nestled within. She clicks and clacks, rustles and jangles her way around the lair, while the sound can be rather haunting out of no where it is also strangely comforting to those that hear it. Being so distinct in nature it’s easy to tell who’s around the corner.

She struggled to get along with most of the lair at first, she speaks quite shortly and doesn’t really strike up conversations of her own volition. However those that persisted with her found that she is one heck of a story teller. Ghost becomes quite animated when she gets going, her outfit jingling all the while as she keeps young and old entertained.






Art by Glitchingflame