It was the night truly she loved, with it’s offered sanctuary in eerie darkness and cold companionship in the shining, precious moon who seemed larger than norm on this cloudy night. It was a time she could relate to, a misunderstood shadow, a shiver run up her spine and enjoyed the sense of fear that came with it. The lonely wolf cried out to whoever chose to listen, a death cry to most, but there was something quite beautiful about it. Like the flash of dazzling light before the rumble of thunder, there was a flip side to every coin. Ghost had folded in her wings and decided to walk like her unicorn ancestors, hooves finding their way into a cotton field without even knowing how they had managed to get there. A slight frown crosses her features, continuing onwards at a wary gait, eyes attempting to dart everywhere as her mind played tricks with the shadows. As she travelled further, not really knowing which direction she was going in, a thin piece of black material brushed against her sides.

It was the month for scary stories and haunted woodlands, the time of year that was both hated and loved, a time, in Ghost’s opinion, to celebrate. Though her own mind was not very adept on the creative side of matters and she the best she had come up with was a rather large draping cape that hung over her ears and cast shadows on her face. A harmless, rubber reaper blade was tucked underneath and strapped on with leather buckles to her right shoulder, the head of the blade popping out of her cape. She winced now and then when the leather straps nipped at her skin, the whole ordeal was rather uncomfortable, but it did make her feel much more in character. A grim reaper. It was the best her uncreative mind could come up with and she was rather proud of it, even in it’s simplicity.

Just when the inky belle thought she had indeed managed to get well and truly lost, the path ahead split into sections all heading north, west or east. Her steps halted and she sighed quietly, he first thoughts thinking of turning back, but when she looked behind her the road that had once seemed so sure had now vanished. Something odd indeed was happening this night. The cape made it hard for her to use the feathered appendages she was blessed with from her sire’s heritage, which left only one other option; to chose a path.

There was no real reasoning to her decision to move off to the east, her hooves simply favoured that direction above all others and so that was the way she went. Ears curved in interest, but her face as always was devoid of anything other than concentration.

[Ghost is dressed as a grim reaper & chooses to go east]