Thread:Dragonfire4433/@comment-35042251-20190612184940

The cloaked figure was none other than Wind Weaver, the insane wind nymph that had been missing for some months. As she struggled with the cold, dead body of the drunken mortal man she'd just murdered in one of her fits of madness.

When she reached the edge of the surrounding forest, she dropped the legs of the dead man and collapsed next to it, bursting into tears. I killed someone-again.What's wrong with me?! Why can't I stop it?! Why am I such a monster?!!'' She angrily thought, dragging her long, chipped nails through her filthy, tangled mass of once-white hair. 