Mixuy | Ophelia | Moonblink
"Come on, Mixy, Moony!" The small girl squealed excitedly, swinging her empty candy pail beside her. Her long dark hair was soaked and hung limply around her pale face. Her complexion, naturally dark, shone through the white makeup, giving her face the look of a dead gargoyle. She had found this endlessly amusing, considering she was a Grondalith. The street lights of Nabias shone upon her dingy white night dress that hung to her ankles, giving her plenty of light to see where she trod with her bare feet.
Behind her, a Matches glided through the air, his feet curled under his belly and wings flapping occasionally to keep him aloft. He was dressed in a smart little steampunk vest, spats, and a mask on his face that made his beak and glasses look like the mask of a plague doctor. Added with the natural skeletal markings upon his feathers and the sickly orange haze that swirled around him, he was a truly sinister presence on the street and many ducked out of his way quickly.
Below Mixuy, a Bayou Shartile ran, keeping pace with it's two companions. Held close to it's chest, the reptile carried a small candy pail instead of the typical skull it's kind tended to carry. It was unnaturally quiet as it followed Mixuy and the small child, it's eyes locked on the little girl to make sure she stayed in sight and out of trouble.