there's no room for innocence.

morrigan She slithers her way through the Portal, lilting between shadows and traipsing her way between mighty trees. The glowing eyes of unknown, insidious creatures that blink out at her do not seem to phase the red lady; she has called these lands home since her birth. Ivory eyes peer out from the sockets of the mask she wears, set firmly ahead. Her sylph-like body weaves easily around thick trunks. The darkness is unyielding around her, near smothering in its heaviness. The constant chatter of rain against leaves is her only welcome companion as she presses onward; she isn't entirely sure where she is going, allowing her instincts to guide her. She can only hope she is heading West, away from her problems, her problems, her past. A chillingly familiar voice, calls out to her: Morrigan. Yet no one is around. Morrigan, it says again, beckoning her towards that shadowy void in the back of her mind. Her sanity warps and twists around it, and she is fearful of what might happen if she tiptoes too close to its edge. It's a constant dance of advance and retreat, ebb and flow. The corruption of insanity has already gripped at the edges of her soul and mind - she must remain steadfast in its advance. After all - if she hasn't got her sanity, then what else is there to live for? Pausing near a gnarled, hollow stump, Morrigan cranes her neck back, scratching idly at an itch on her flank with the tip of her horn. She peers out into the dense fog that curls around roots and settles like an opaque blanket over the forest floor. And she waits. What for? It's a question she doesn't even know the answer to. But something deep in her gut tells her to just wait. Something is coming. ooc: short and sweet :D on a bed of spiderweb i think of how to change myself

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NORMAL ITEMS:
- Two small silver hoop earrings near top of both ears
- Thin, braided leather rope necklace with an opal pendant.

ENCHANTED ITEMS:
- A bleached white unicorn skull mask that is fused to her flesh, making it impossible to remove (at least not painlessly, and without tearing off all the skin underneath with it.) The molar teeth of the mask are sharp and crooked, giving it a grotesque appearance. The horn on the mask is slender, with an elongated twist.

MAGICS:
- Offensive: Pherokinesis: Ability to secrete an alluring odor that has intoxicating effects and increases the victim's ability to be influenced or persuaded into doing things. This scent smells different to everyone.
- Transformation: ability to transform into a crow; retains her white eyes in this form. The feathers appear to be black, but under direct light take on a dark, crimson red color.