Blame My Friends On The Other Side || Joining

[glow=black,1,400]YOU'RE JUST TOO PERFECT FOR MY HANDS TO HOLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Ah, ghosts. Until now, Arrow had been skeptical. Why shouldn't she be? She'd never seen a ghost before, had no way to have any contact with a ghost, the dead typically stayed dead where she was from. But here the supernatural seemed to leave their print, spitting up ghouls and the like just everywhere, causing mayhem and shit. Long story short, she most certainly believed in spirits, and she hated them. So, of course, when she ran into something glowing, yet translucent, she was not happy.

The fur along her spine raised upon sighting the creature, green eyes squinting, rubbed once or twice to make sure she wasn't losing her mind. "Owl...?"