The frost hunter tread lightly. Never flat footed, never frightly. She trod and she treaded, and rode on in the dead then. She went through the motions, it went all so loudly. A very long while she krept on through the night. To be a hunter knight meant to journey the darkness and lightest. The brightest, the blightest, the frightest, the nice cysts. Zombies and creatures that crawled in the night. Vampires and werewolves? Sure, rattled moon light. What difference it made? It mattered no not. Could they die? Could they writhe? Could they run? Could they rot?

She tucked in her cape and made way through magnolia. She adjusted her straps and her hair went up into a short bun. White and red flowings of hair tossed about. Perhaps a haircut she should get soon. A pineaple cut? Half Kiwi? Dragon's dew honey fruit? Who was to say? She made on her way. On towards the Kathedral, she made her way inside. She admired the architecture, the homages to gods. She wandered about, silent and quiet. She practiced her footwork, might as well. It was oddly silent. Quite quaint but yet eerie, then coughing, and breathing. Wheezing and praying, she could hear it now.

Deeper she rowed and she plowed and she walked. She waltzed down the hallways and thought while she stalked. The shadows danced lightly, candles light marble stone wall workings. The lurching and perching of brass and gold yearnings. Etchings and altars and incense and brawlers. Cobbled stone cob webs and richened black charcoals. Embers of fire did adorn these walls here, a bit of a homage to all the gods dear.

Sick bodies around, she took the in sight. The coughing, the wheezing, all of it, a delight. She found it most saddening, the truth to be told. So many old people, and children, foretold. A long sleep for some, hopefully gone in peace. She spoke with the Father Jerad of the place. The space and the time was passing on quite a bit. Much heartache did feel them both and they conversed for some wit. Closure and tears and dark swallows and hugs. She took the medicine and helped disperse it to the horrows. The harrowing act would save quite a few. Good deeds for the day for sure, it would help start anew. She was fresh in town and came from a place for away. What better way to help than help those in dismay. She was thanked for her service and took some medicine for herself, she swallowed it down and set out on her self.