One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Sky Chaser nodded his head slowly as he listened intently to the entire story, or at least, what Indicus was willing to tell. "The soul never lies.. A tragic tale indeed.." He murmured, at last closing his eyes as if processing everything that was told. A part of him wanted to comment on it, but people were seldom appreciative of any comments on the story of their lives... When his eyes opened, he turned his piercing gaze to Fang. "And you? What is your story?" He inquired, standing up and walking around her, examining her scars and wings curiously.
As Steelheart knew, he just tended to get like this at the prospect of hearing new stories... No one could explain why. Like his cloak, this obsession with stories was just another quirk that everyone around here had learned to deal with. .