October’s audits swiveled atop her dome as they received notice of the entrance of yet another individual. Her crania was raised and nares flared as she dissected the scent of the intruding femme with inquisitiveness before beholding the bitch. Her delicate feminine skull turned slowly from the putrid behemoth, whom had destroyed her momentary haven, to look upon the newcomer with distain. October had expected just another typical being to appear from the trees but was greeted instead with a monster, one that made October’s deformed features gorgeous in comparison. A sly grin twisted her jagged lips as she rotated to observe the jezebel that approached. October’s orange voids narrowed as she let them skim over the hide of the grotesque mare. If she had been able to feel pity October would have been overwhelmed with the emotion now but instead all she felt was extreme intrigue and mild amusement.

Look what the cat dragged in, ate, then shit out all over the carpet. The thought made her chuckle softly as she took a few steps towards the mutilated vixen. The damsel was in a dreadful condition, this was fact, but October had seen far worse in her excursions with the dead so she was hardly put off by the harlot’s disturbing exterior. October’s dark grey appendage flicked at her haunches as she looked down at her decomposing companion for a second before glancing back up at the lass, mutely noting how similar they looked, like two corpses in a coffin they were. The lady didn’t speak a word, perhaps she was unable to, so October took it upon herself to break the silence.

“Well hello there...”

Her grin grew as she stared into the emaciated wench’s sunken orbs. October cocked her crown to the side and watched her, pondering if the zombie like mare was definitely even still living. Her tattered wings and exposed ribs suggested that she was not but the vixen didn’t reek of the deceased, and that was an aroma October was very familiar with. A stench she would have picked up on immediately.

“To think I was convinced I was the only one with the ability to raise the dead. Yet whomever resurrected you is doing a commendable job indeed.”

October had come to the conclusion that the lady was not entirely of zombie classification but conceivably was still of the living dead. She was titillated by the arrival of this curious creature and intended to find out precisely what it was that made her so unfortunate looking. For a minute October had completely forgotten about the demon who had provoked her previously. Now all interest was centered one the withering banshee, a puzzle was to be solved.