glop, glop, glop, glop
"Ew,"
A subtule moan erupting her maw, It kind of creeped her out that in a grave yard there was mud THIS deep. God, All these shallow graves... I would hate to be Tempter right now. At just about any other time she would be fine with being a horse.
"C'mon, Trot. We'll get out of here quicker if you co-operate!"
Dismounting, She hit the ground in a spot where it seemed dry. Her long black cloak dragging before she took it off.
"count you'r blessings horse."
Casting a look at the impatient Stud. She took a look down and kneeled, Balancing on the balls of her feet.
"Why Hello,"
Now smiling as she noticed the outstreched, Bony Fingers carresing the air.
Long dead.
moving the mud around she uncovered alot more of those fingers... A hand witch was disconected from the rest of the corpse. Spotting a silver ring she Snapped the finger and grabbed the ring.
"See, This is what you get when You W-o-r-k..."
She started to stand up before the hand began to move. Screeching and stepping on it, That failed miserabley. Running over to the horse she swung herself up in the saddle and cantered a few steps away.
"Brace artus quibus vos flail Diablo."
Instantley it stopping at her words. Running her fingers through her hair, She started a jog again but soon stopping as she heard someone behind her...