Duskwood, a place filled with ghouls, worgen, bandits, and horrors that were told to children that manifest into foul abominations such as Patches; this is where a woman of dark intent lived most of her life; despite its dreary atmosphere it was home in the end. Violet heels pressed to the dirt, emerald flames leaking from the protruding material; acting as some kind of space between the earth so the woman didn't sink. Emerald spheres locked upon the road, normally this was about the time she went into Stranglethorn to bask in some of the Sunlight to maintain her tan; however a rather peculiar scene seemed to unfold as she approached. Golden chains shifting and jingling along her abdomen as they swayed to and fro and suddenly settling as the human halted before what she had thought to be an illusion. A woman with her well-endowed torso and rear-end completely bare in the middle of the road, was this some kind of joke? Smutty adventures...that was kind of a common thing for her; although it had never been as advertised as the tinker seemed to emphasize. Lifting her right hand up to the silver threads upon her mane and shifting it to the side; pinning it behind an ear with a click of her tongue.<br/><br/>"Quite the compelling holler there, friend."<br/><br/>The flames beneath her feet would burst to instantly remove the moisture from the ground, turning it once more into solid dirt or a charred mess; either way she wouldn't be plaguing her heels with this filth.<br/><br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://i.imgur.com/qsC83Bf.png?1" src="http://i.imgur.com/qsC83Bf.png?1" style=""/><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>