A great pale ghost she was. The creature had learned to haunt over time. It was what happened when she was lone for as long as she had been. It wasn’t something she was going to worry about—it just happened. It happened over time, the creature simply evolving to… ghostliness. She couldn’t help that. Everything happened so slowly, a gradual change over time that she couldn’t help. The creature would never be able to chance the way she’d evolved. It was just… how things were happening. It always did seem to happen to Salem that way, the last man standing bit. She didn’t leave. Biggest problem of them all.
And then she melted closer through the dappled light, tail swishing at her haunches. The ghost moved easily, drawn toward the other wandering spirit. It was a gentle thing, and Salem couldn’t help that. Her pale eyes glimmered in her skull, ears perking slightly. It was something that she couldn’t help, wandering the way she did. She needed someone that was here to keep her company. She needed someone real in her presence… he was intriguing, and maybe that’s why Salem was coming so near. Just an easy drifting, a soft sort of drifting.
She tips her head on the opposite axis, watching the man easily. “Salem.” It’s something that she can deal with, watching… introducing… someone new. New was good. New wasn’t something she could embrace, really and wholly. “What’re you doing here?” It’s a gentle question, a real question. She’s moving closer, eyes bright. Ghostly eyes, pale eyes. It’s something that she can’t help, that sparkle… sparkle. Her tail wags as well, brilliant and fluffy. Everything today seemed to be fluffy, and her curiosity is nearly open. Her guard would never drop, really. Salem couldn’t help the walls.
salem. my name is blue canary |