It is in the darkest places that she lurks. Walk down the dingy back alleys in the nearest city and you will feel her presence just a hair’s breadth from you. Hang around the shady stairwells of your block and you might hear low, heavy breaths - barely louder than a whisper - that send chills down your spine. Take a hike through the untamed moorlands and, for the shortest moment, you could catch sight of a lone figure wearing a witch’s hat, silhouetted against the full moon.
Perhaps your first instinct would be to flee. That would not be a wholly unwise decision, for even a child knows that ghouls and werewolves and all manners of malicious creatures do prowl the darkness.
And yet, if you were to cross paths with Haunt, you would be best advised to linger instead. For her primary purpose in haunting the shadows is to safeguard the vulnerable from the malevolent. And she is such a master of magics and charms that any who wish you harm would know better than to approach you under Haunt’s supervision, lest they turn into ugly toads or immobile granite statues. She would, indeed, do anything to get you home safe and sound, even going so far as to lend you her trusty broomstick for quick transportation if need be.
When you are lost and all alone in the stygian blackness of night, it would be a godsend to be haunted by Haunt.
(Unless you are a cat. In which case she would tease you mercilessly by shrinking you to smaller than a mouse or turning your fur into feathers.)
Perhaps your first instinct would be to flee. That would not be a wholly unwise decision, for even a child knows that ghouls and werewolves and all manners of malicious creatures do prowl the darkness.
And yet, if you were to cross paths with Haunt, you would be best advised to linger instead. For her primary purpose in haunting the shadows is to safeguard the vulnerable from the malevolent. And she is such a master of magics and charms that any who wish you harm would know better than to approach you under Haunt’s supervision, lest they turn into ugly toads or immobile granite statues. She would, indeed, do anything to get you home safe and sound, even going so far as to lend you her trusty broomstick for quick transportation if need be.
When you are lost and all alone in the stygian blackness of night, it would be a godsend to be haunted by Haunt.
(Unless you are a cat. In which case she would tease you mercilessly by shrinking you to smaller than a mouse or turning your fur into feathers.)
Bio written by Tar #1249086