[center][h3][color=ff80ff]Sapphire Pink[/color][/h3]
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One must remember, that these are not happy ghosts in the Graveyard of the Lost. It is sacred, silent, and dangerous. There can be no peace with these dead, who have lost all of themselves but despair and hatred, and even that will slowly be scrubbed away to blankness.

[color=ff80ff]"Awww... What a beautiful place! I love it!"[/color] Sapphire flitted about from crypt to tomb to headstone as she left the Angel Camp, her nose leading the way as her bright tail swished about. She was certainly out of place, simply by the vivaciousness of both attitude and color in this place of the grey dead. [color=ff80ff]"I should spend some time here, it's just.. MMMM.."[/color] She breathed in deeply, before a line of drool stared to to leak from the tip of her tongue.. [color=ff80ff]"This place is ABSOLUTELY DELICIOUS!"[/color] Pink declared loudly, holding her paws under her chin as she wiggled her tail end and tail, the emotion and energy seeming to all the travel from the depths of her toes to her jubilant lips.

Of course, her obnoxiously Pink and loud intrusion would not go unnoticed, or permitted, for long. The dead rose to meet her, and no amount of cute charm or fluffy tail wagging would save her from their jaws. One must remember, that these are not happy ghosts in the Graveyard of the Lost. They are tortured retribution on those who would defile this place.

As the first ghost arose to punish this interloper, it revealed what might be a female aspect. It's faded gold plates and decaying feathers granted the vaguest semblance of what might of once been an Angel or Valkyrie. Or perhaps a Machina designed with their aspect, or a shining Demon of Light. It was so marred and blurred by the veil of death that it could not be told for certain. [color=ff80ff]"Aw, you're adorable, come on over here and let me give you a kiss!"[/color] Yet rather than draw steel or spell at this aberrant spectre, Pink bounded towards it, sparkles literally falling from her eyes and twisting around her in ribbons.

There would be no mercy from this ghost for Pink's innocence, and it obliged her request to approach, spear held high. But as it approached, the ghost could not help but feel empty. Empty of its pain, empty of its hate, empty of EVERYTHING. And in this moment, Pink bounced up under its guard, shielded from its baleful touch by the sparkles that surrounded her, and gave it a kiss right on its indistinct lips, somehow clamping her legs around its incorporeal waist. 

There was no happiness, no joy in its life from this touch, for no amount of Pink sparkles, or the warmth of woman's body, could bring it happiness or any positive emotion for Pink to bargain with. But in Sapphire Pink's embrace, it could feel no negative emotions either. There was literally nothing left. When Sapphire fought the living, those living could still have positive reasons to fight her, such as the desire to succeed. But one must remember, that these are not happy ghosts in the Graveyard of the Lost. They are left only suffering, but Sapphire Pink would not leave them even that much to exist with.

Before any neutral commands or programming could compel it to rearrange its guard to strike at the being that had slipped past its spear and seemed impervious to its touch, Pink bounced off the ghost with the bizarre agility of one whose physical body was a tiny component of the vastness of their being, landing atop a tombstone.  [color=ff80ff]"Thanks darling, you're absolutely scrumptious, I'd take you home with me if I could. Your suffering has such a lovely aged flavor. But there's so much more here to taste! Tata!"[/color] And so, Pink fled the ghost without leaving it even pain to remind it of its existence. Simply, nothing.

[color=ff80ff]~~Undead Smooched: 1 Ghost~~[/color]