Well well well, it seems as the damned cannot kept themselves to a single place. Her skin lurches off her body and parts held under what once was a layer of protection show the building blocks of a body. It's difficult to believe she's moving as fast as she is, undead heart beating through her ribs without a covering over her ribs. Muscles gone and bones exposed, you cannot resist that urge to stare into the cavity and see more of it. How is she still alive?, you ask yourself. Its a good question to sit back and ponder upon dare you have the time.
The air is warm and it makes her rotting scent even more obnoxious. While others wrinkle their noses and think as of how they could get that cursed scent off their bodies when the air is beginning to cool, how they will have to reek all the way through Frostfall just because they got downwind of her.
A song sways into her direction, bother forth by the winds. Her boned legs with a large gash that would kill the living bring her to an trot. She bounces, dark brown hair flying up as she slows. One ear is half way torn off, it's partner full. Both listen to the distant noise. Words roll in the back of her throat and those black freckled pale blue eyes can't help but ignite with the temptation to sing with the soul who gave themselves out to her.
"Monster bones and eyes of the Vampire Bat! Tonight your soul belongs to my inner darkness!"
Though the threat is her added portion to the song, it freezes spines and most in the range of it are fast to heed that warning.
Who dare wanted to be like her?
Flicking and searching with deadly speed, those frightening eyes find what they're desperate to discover. And oh!, this one is a pretty one here.
Her lips are brought back into a smile, a giggle slipping out of her. Her horn is glowing pale, shaded as the moon and broken pieces are missing. She's a sad dismay looking for a soul to torture, and a life to ruin with the darkness filling her heart, mind, and soul to the brim with her body redefining the rules of life. It all comes together for one hell of a beautiful train wreck.
There isn't much time to stand around; there is this gorgeous thing in front of her that is doomed to be taken care of.
Back to legs slicing through her black dust, choking the earth as it gasps for air, her ribs, gray with pieces of meat hanging off them, expose her to more prying eyes. She slips to the side of this little hot shot as wings are brought about. She slips underneath them, running her horn's broken tip across the feathers and struggling them.
Then, SMACK!
The Wraith groans as the wing comes down and hits her, knocking her into the ribs of the living. When she pulls back in a fast hurry, blood streaks gold feathers and black coat.
"Rude, you are!" Blue eyes flash with anger and a heated temper as stained lips push themselves over nasty teeth stained with the waters of the Marsh. "You'll need more than an apology to escape that dumbass move."
Her voice give a tone that says 'This isn't going to go good.' and sets the mood for danger and fright. Those eyes are those feathers, gleaming with amusement, wondering how many she could make this girl give up in return for her pain. Though it didn't really hurt that her bloody body was rubbed into a clean, she wasn't leaving without good payment.
It goes to those pretty things, running rigid teeth across them. She finds a gold one that looks good and untouched, caressed with gentle treatment by the singing star. It comes out easier than what was expected when those teeth shut down and pull.
Hard.
"Oh, it'll look just perfect in my hair! I'm afraid that's not everything I want though. Sorry, you might of bruised me! You see, exposed bones and organs get hurt pretty easier and my blood is almost black and gooey and ugh, on you."
She gets two more, black and shorter than the rest. During the process of plucking, she is side stepping and admiring, kicking up the black dust surrounding her hooves and sending to the direction of the body. It rises and falls, begging with pleading actions to stay close to the lightly coloured filly when she rejects it.
When she is done, she weaves them into her tail quickly only to keep them in place until she can have them moved to be in her forelock. The attention and matter of action is still set towards her toy.
"That's not all; we're not through. Not yet!" It gimmicks the sweet tone she once carried to let this thing believe she has some sort of polite thing in store for her.
Instead, it is much worse.
Teeth fly and she goes for the spine, wanting to feel flesh and blood in her jaws. She care if It's there or not, but when she pulls back and showers black dust to the air. Spontaneously, as if she was in a cartoon, she sneezes and pulls away fast. Well, there's more payments to be made, but let the game begin now.

OOC: Plucks three feathers, bites along the spine but doesn't add much effort to the attack. Sneezes after the attack. Upon coming upon her, rubs her zombified ribs on the inside of a wing and the ribs beside it.
Throws black dust multiple times

Sorry dear, trying to increase her chances of infection


If you could hear me then, can you hear me now?