Disease ridden avians traveled by the murder with their feathers that were crafted from the shadows themselves flinging off their sinful bodies. Their squawking overfilled the air like the taunting cackle of hyena's before they indulged in their prey. Vultures loitered on tree branches, obviously staring as their sleep deprived eyes drooped like the skin of an elderly being. Snakes rustling the lifeless stiff leaves on the ground, one would only be able to traverse these woods with their whole being tensed up into what would feel like an internal dark hole. The abyss and limitlessness of one's fears, whatever they may be, as long as they were dark, morbid, and unsettling, they lived in these woods. These cursed woods that seemed to breathe as if it were alive with the vile ghouls and goblins that inhabited it and with each exhale more vile haze was created. This haze lingered about three feet off the forest floor making one's feet out of site from how condensed it was and to add to the pearly white, the sky that seemed to eternally house the moon was a haunting and malefic orchid purple.
A constant shuffle of leaves and with a body tightly packed and bundled full of n end nerves, a blonde head of long hair wandered through the all seeing woods alone. The crows and vultures lurking about waiting for him to slip and fall, though unsettling, he could deal with, but the unsystematic rustling of the leaves always got a jump out of him. Some times they brushed against his ankles, sometimes he could feel tapping on his shoulder and sometimes he could feel the silk webs from spiders latch onto his face. Thrown into a spitting frenzy and swinging his hands as if drowning, soon he lost his monkey ass mind and found himself running about screaming in these damn woods like a madman. Bumping into trees, falling in leaves and rolling until he got back up, his screaming never stopped, no matter what obstacle he ran into. The high pitched screeching was akin to a woman shouting out bloody murder or maybe a banshee, the legendary she-devil that would scream before she stole the souls of her prey. And though it was embarrassing, the Gypsy could careless, reason being he couldn't even think about caring as the more he yelled, the deeper he fell into the frenzy. No one was out here to see him act like this anyways . . . right? If someone was out here to see him, only flashes of his frame would be seen from in between the many oaken beast that reached far into the sky. Glimpses of what looked like a woman with an ivory veil -spider webs- over her face and a flowing white wedding dress -his haori- with long golden blonde hair running and screaming in the mist. Legs hidden by the haze that found home of the forest floor and chilled ones skin sending goosebumps throughout every single fiber of their being, Blanka would truly appear like an ghost or phantom of some deceased bride.