[x] Once upon a midnight dreary, a young witch pondered and wandered through the Lunar Forest. Looking for a special and rare herb, she searched and searched through every bog and clearing. The moonlight shone through the trees, creating a mist that drug behind her and around her feet. The cloak emersed her body, allowing no being to see her face without pysically pulling the hood back. Her black cloak drug in the dirt behind her like the mist, hiding herself from the sleeping world. Her hands clasped together, looking as if she were praying to the gods. She stopped infront of a small house. 'Who would live out here?' she asked herself quitely. Her hands let go and rose to pull the hood from her face, so she could better see this small cottage. Her eyes caught the glint of the moon, a lovely peircing white, with the animalistic pupils of black. Her skin was of the palest cream, and her lips an abyss of black. She pulled her hair from it's ties and let her long locks fall from her neck. Her hair too, had caught the light, and shone in a marvalous red that glowed. Her eyes fell, meeting the ground below her. Her flat soled boots were starting to skin in a pool of mud. She rolled her eyes and trugged on towards the small house before her. It had dim lights on, and so she assumed someone was home. Upon meeting the door, her hand rose to knock on the surface, a soft but heard gentle rapping at the door. "Hello? Is anyone home?"
She asked in a sweet, alluring tone to anyone who might be inside. [x]