Misted Enterings

A low smog of mist seeps from under the door, through the cracks in the flooring and walls, forming the blurry figure of the spirit. hiding in her mist, she watches those around her before continuing on. "Hello" she whispered whilst looking around more so. She continued on, seemingly not paying much attention. "...Introductions...new members....things about whom I be, aye? I am me...nothing more....a writer in the stage long since of dead-hood. But of course that means little here" she thought of how no one would be able to prove or disprove the form of a writer for no matter how well one posts, they, perhaps, can only write posts, and perhaps a writer can not post at all. "I know not else to say, but I shall be here and watching." again she looked around aimlessly, waiting for something it seemed.

Welcome to the path less traveled! I welcome you with opens arms. All writers are welcome here and you are no exception my sweet. Read the rules and guidelines and I am sure you will have a good time here. You seem to be creative. If you have any questions or concerns, please ask. We are all floating around and ready to listen. ^^

The spirit turned, looking over the those whose voices rang through the emptiness of the area. "Hello" mused the spirit in a voice a soft as dust. "And a thanks for your so kind a welcome. In return, I welcome you to this place which lays hidden against the corners of such a site that is but one of many amongst the realm of internet." she moved, her ghastly fingers trailing the walls. "so smooth and new..." she whispered to herself. "What secrets doth a place such as this hide..." she spoke mostly to her self, but knew it all the same a question with no answer.

"Picking things up rather quickly around here, aren't you?" Came a voice from a distant corner. The figure revealed himself, separating his body from the shade and looked at the newcomer through his mask of ice. The Billycock on his head did not move as his cloak of black swirled to meet the newcomer. "I am Shiva. I you ever are in need of one who specializes in the realm of antagonists, feel free to ask for my assistance."

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The spirit looked over the being of shadow and smirked at such words spoken from beneath the ice cage called mask upon him. "In my dead-hood I've learned to waist no time" turning into a pillar of mist, she disappeared from whence she once stood. In moments her mist crawled against the walls and floor so thinly they were invisible wisps of smoke. appearing behind the new comer, the mist took form to shape her again, though never fully always hazy. "And I do welcome one such as ye to such a place as I hath started." examining the new being, she smirked yet again in interest. "it is upon well grounds we meet, Shiva."

the goblin was happy to see spirit again, saying "...there's real talent here, well worth being here..."