[@Narcotic Dollie]

Lady Livia glided in between the cold stones of the underground crypt. It felt reassuring and homely to her as she flitted about amongst the dead. The ancient books had been right, a crypt hidden under such a quaint forest. She rolled the name around in her head, Deathwood, very appealing to one such as her.

She floated through a few more chambers admiring the craftsmanship that had gone into making the various coffins that were sealed tight. They were ancient coffins, that much she could tell by the style of the carvings. They were still young in her eyes, only a couple of centuries old at most.

Sadly she tore her eyes away from the craftsmanship and death that surrounded her. Floating up through the ceiling and the soil that covered the tomb she made her way flickering across the forest. She didn't travel at any great speed, she was in no rush. The plants and rocks brushed through her incorporeal form. She smiled behind the shadows that covered her face, a twisted abomination frolicking through flowers, now that was new she thought to herself.

Then she saw it in the distance, a light. She stopped curling her shadowy form around a tree and peering at the light in the distance. Then she saw the small figure, it wore dark clothes and was hefting a larger mass nearer to the fire that was crackling handsomely by this point. Deciding that the figure could do her no harm she glided towards the light source.

She positioned herself in such a way as to take the figure by surprise, hiding herself in amongst the shadows that dotted the clearing.

'What have we here?' she inquired aloud, her voice was fragmentary and sinister, a chorus of loud whispers that seemed to seep from all the shadows at once. 'A lost lamb and her sheep all alone in the forest?' she continued, 'poor thing all alone.'