Khryssie
"I like this tree. It tells me it likes me too..." she toned in her quiet eerie voice to the air surrounding her. She was circling a large cypress, her hooves criss-crossing over themselves in a dangerous-looking dance she took no notice of. Her large blue eyes, however, never alighted on the tree. They darted around her, as if unable to focus on any one thing, only glancing before darting to the next moment. Even her breathing seemed to not make up its mind, slow and steady one minute, then fast and short, as if she'd just ran a mile, the next. If one didn't know her, and not many did, one would say she was insane, and the only thing missing would be a bit of froth at the corners of her mouth. 
To those who were not familiar with him intimately, and almost none were, Flesh was a terrifying enigma. All harsh scales and jagged teeth, intimidating and brutish. To those who were intimately familiar, that was the truth of it. The dragonbuck was as he appeared for all the world, mean and hard. He had little sympathy or empathy- and Unlife would soon find that out.
