Talk:Forest/@comment-26208390-20141129000303

Salsartok sidestepped from behind a narrow tree and continued her journey forward, into a small opening that was surrounded thickly by trees as she slid her dirk into a sheath at her side. Hot and sticky blood coated her skin in thick layers. She had spatters of crimson across her porcelain-doll like face and skin caught under her sharp finger nails. The blood would be hard to scrub from the crevices around her nails later but she paid it no mind as she was used to the process, clearly having used them before as weapons. She gagged as she realized a detached eyeball swung from her belt. She begun to gag more as she picked it off and threw it into a bush, disgusted. Her long silvery tresses were pulled from the regular ponytail she kept it in and swayed down to the middle of her back, spots of blood here and there streaking her hair. She leaned casually against a tree and waited for the others. She was always the first to arrive.