×I shall kill three each night until my love is returned to me×
Phantom walketh 'pon th' terra, magnificent in 'er size, enough t' stop a heart in fear. Satin pelt th' color o' violet, silken tresses coloured magenta mingled with deep wine red, drifting 's though a breeze were present, although none is. Ahh, but alas, that this is all there is t' be afraid of, for as a phantom cannot be harmed or killed, so too is a phantom cursed with the inability t' harm or kill. Despair. How, then, shall she fulfill her oath, to kill three each night until she should find her beloved Liohim, whose spirit roams restlessly like hers, far from here? Such thoughts shoved t' least-accessed corner 'f mind. Here she shall dwell, until one is found whom will help her return t' mortal form, that she may find her loved one 'nd do the same for him. Rage fills 'er. neither of them should have died, that long-ago day in the Mortal Realms! Cursed human mages. Alas, that none of those dwell here, t' torment. Memories carry her back to those wondrous night, avenging herself and her loved one. She had killed all th' Head Mage knew, each one closer t' him in relationshoip than th' last, one a night. At last she had killed the Head Mage himself, two weeks after th' death of 'is wife. Fangs, lined with th' magenta-and-winered of what was 'er poison when she lived, are bared in a reminiscent smile. Ahh, those were th' days! She shall return t' mortal form as soon as may be. It can be done, and whichever creature performs this action for 'er and her beloved, when he is found, shall be rewarded when th' work is done. How, she knows not, but a way shall be found. Into a cave she-beast wanders. Not t' rest, for she can do no such thing [she is dead after all], but...just t' contemplate, and t' wait.
