This place was by far unusual as The Woman in black had explored since the darkened portal. The way the shadows danced across the silken skin was as if it would drain the very force from her; yet they went just as erratic as they came. Perhaps it was the respect this dainty creature gave to the things unseen, to those bizarre in the eyes of the normal world. Cher had a calling to them of the different manner, as if a moth to a flame she came to those others would care to never speak to or yet even come close enough to exchange a hello. Black stilettos danced into this labyrinth of endless bamboo, the fog welcoming and calming in the dampness it carried. Those everlasting raven strands encircling her regal skull and gently gracing the Earth behind the supple hindquarters. Though the countess was always different to the normal of women, they were long and elegant like a gazelle. Or perhaps thickly built and strong as a Amazon though she fell into the odd place in between. A bodice built thickly but the woman was less in height than most, the luscious body beautiful but color lacked upon such flesh. Those slender horns held like a crown as the obsidian lady traveled, the only truly striking feature would be those eyes. Like molting honey they flourished in hues of golds, rust and yellows. Not quite like fire more like touches of gems and coffee. Nostrils inhaled carefully attempting to analyze what she could not view, whilst of course feeling the presence of the spirits. Some angered, others aggressive for whatever reason Cher did not stride into her as if she owned it. Instead gracefully allowing passage was all, not to disturb their lands or the place they claimed as their own. This was purgatory it would seem but Chernobyl had ponder as to what other soul may be passing through such a place as this. Eyes darted gently behind long eyelashes gazing endless at the amount of activity that grew here, one would be quite oblivious to not feel such a presence deep in their bones. The sun was certainly cast for the most part from these lands as if they were not fond of warmth. The woman in black did her best to keep the body temperature to a norm, yet it was difficult in some times to control the heat of her own frame. The icy feeling tingling across her skin as a gracious bow of the skull was given with each spiritual hand running its fingers across her hide.