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Perhaps Ghoulmask would have passed by the prison on any normal visit, but this time he could hear the sound of claws being dragged across the icicles and rocks like nails on a chalk board.
"Well. Well. WELL." The voice soothed as hypnotic as a siren, "Look who it is, the guy that runs this joint."
At this point Ghoulmask could make out the hour glass figure of Glowstar. Descriptions of her clashed from person to person. They said her eyes were like portals into the dark forest, hellish and deadly. That her fur was like an ocean of fire and her claws were long like scythes. But one detail always remained the same, she wasn't just sadistic, she was a masochist with a pretty face. That much Ghoulmask could tell just looking at her bloody claws that she proceeded to sway back and forth against the rock. She paused allowing a sugary sweet smile to sprawl across her lips, "I bet you're feeling pretty embarrassed right now, seeing me, Glowstar Eerie, in your prison. Knowing that I seamlessly broke in. Don't feel too bad, I'm a professional. So uh, you're Ghoulmask right? Cause I've just been giving this speech to every person that passes by hoping that they're the leader. I don't actually know what this Ghoulmask guy looks like."
The once deadpan expression that often haunted his face seemed to slowly leave in light of his amusement as he gazed upon the intruder in his prison. He thought it odd that she chose to imprison herself rather than enter camp; perhaps in her own twisted way, it was better she had control over how long her sentence was rather than let someone else take the lead.
Though the large hole that had squeezed her large body through brought some concern. He’d need to see to its reinforcement.
“Glowstar. I’d say I’ve heard of you but you know us winterborne.” He smirked. “Always have our heads in the clouds.” He sat down.
“So what brings you here? I’d sound the alarm, but I just had a rather trying discussion with my marquess and I’d rather have some peace, if you understand my drift.”
