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Since his sense of smell had long since completely been utterly ruined from the fact he had been imprisoned for nearly a whole year, the spirit had wandered onto the territory of the . . . where was it anyways? He was looking for someone, but he wasn't sure of who he was looking for. Rocco wasn't with him, and half-living half-death creature silently wondered if the diamondback rattlesnake was still alive. He wasn't quite sure anyway, so the creature had wandered into a seemingly populated area.
However, the few NPCs that were up this late easily ignored him, figuring him to be a spirit or that he would be visiting family. However, he had no family here- all he had heard was that Dahlia was here, and he wanted to check up with her to see if she knew about the recent Marcus happenings. The see-through albino bobcat's wings twitched, while his two-foot-long peacock tail dragged behind him carelessly behind him. His curved horns were in perfect condition, no stains or scratches on them.
Hearing the rumble of a snake and having recently thinking of Rocco, the ghost figured that he should really check the noise out. Wandering into the den of the long-lost friend, the green-eyed ghost stared at the golden snake, before directing his gaze at Dahlia. Who was that. . . thing? Normally he didn't really like snakes unless it was Rocco, and this one was no exception. He didn't notice that his peacock tail had gone up and spread behind him, making him appear much larger and that hundreds of green-and-white eyes where directed towards Dahlia.
Not hoping to scare her, the moderately insane and distracted ghost would slid out a single claw to in an attempt to poke Dahlia's forehead with his head held at a heavy tilt. He didn't want to scare her after all- but, alas, even if he tried not to be scary he still seemed the such. After all, he was a ghost halfway stuck in between life and death.
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