Confusion was a foreign feeling to the woman. She has always been someone that knew what she was doing and made sure everything went according to plan. However, ever since she has come to the isles it had been the exact opposite. Confusion seemed to be the main thing she was experiencing. It might have been because she was constantly around the chain warden, who was shrouded in mystery. There were just so many questions about this man that remained unanswered, and he seemed unwilling to answer them.

This only confused her more, but also made her curious. What was it about him that attracted her so? Of course, she wanted to be rid of her soul and the memories that came with it. She wanted to discard them, leaving them forgotten so she could start a new life of death and corruption. But there was something else. Another purpose that drew her to him. He was so interesting. Everything he did intrigued her. He was so... fascinating.

So many things have happened since she got there, and it had only been a week at max. Of course she has yet to meet the other residents of the isles, but that was not what interested her at that moment.

Right now she was walking around the forest, lost in her thoughts. The usual sounds of the forest, owls hooting, crickets, the bubbling of the water and occasional screams in the distance, could be heard as she walked, but she could not comprehend the sounds. She was simply moving forward, subconsciously gliding over the upturned roots and puddles. It was as if she knew the forest like her back pocket, which would be a impressive feat as she had only arrived a week ago.

It was not until she heard the familiar sounds of chains that she came out of her trance. She raised her head to look ahead only to see the chain warden himself standing in the distance. It seemed he had not noticed her yet, for he was busy with the souls around him. There were several green orbs floating around him, obviously being the souls he has caught. But something was different. These did not emit screams or moans. These just let out a soft, almost content chirp every time they floated around him. As Thresh outstretched his hand one of the orbs flew into it, circling it.

Thresh looked down at it with a ... a gentle expression? She could not believe her eyes. He had such a content and calm look on his face, she would even almost call it loving. The orb circled his hand, letting out the content purrs and chirps as it did. Thresh's armored finger gently carresed the soul as if scratching it. Finally, the soul emitted a sound that could be described as a ghostly bark.
That was when the orb became bigger. It sprouted limbs, and it continued growing until it took on the form of a dog. But not a normal one, this looked like it was the corpse of a canine. It howled in the air as Thresh pointed in one direction, the dog soon taking off in a flurry of limbs and vicious barks.

The other orbs floated around the warden's form restlessly, occasionally letting out a soft whine as if to ask him something. But Thresh simply swatted them away gently, ignoring their pleas. Thresh turned towards her. His face still in the content form it had minutes ago.
But what was that? There was something on his coat. She narrowed her eyes to try and see it better. They were words. no... symbols. There were soft green glowing symbols all over his coat. How hasn't she noticed them before?

''You know, if you hide in those bushes you might be taken for a stalker''

His voice bounced from the trees. For a second, Zaphara could not help but hold in her breath. She had been caught staring, while she didn't even mean to stare in the first place. She hoped that he did not mean her, but after a long awkward silence she knew it was obvious. With a sigh she came out from her 'hiding spot', walking out into the open.

''You know I merely stumbled upon you and could not help but be mesmerized by your... pets'' she said, not sure what to call the creatures. The warden looked at the souls that floated beside him, the loving expression having long since disappeared. ''They are my trackers. They track the undead and their souls for me. Dogs have the best noses you see'' he explained. Zaphara nodded, feeling as if she were a child that was being taught some common knowledge.

She could not help herself. Her eyes automatically raced over his coat, trying to find the symbols that she had seen previously. She could no longer see them. Had she been imagining it? Could it all have been a illusion? Her eyes fell on a spot near his shoulder. It was dark, but if she tried her best, she could see a symbol within it. It was barely there, but her keen eyes managed to see it.

''What is that?'' she found herself asking before she realised it. She reached a hand to touch it, her curiosity getting the better of her but her action was halted when a gloved hand grabbed her wrist almost painfully. ''That is none of your concern'' Thresh said in a low hissing voice that just oozed danger. A shiver ran up her spine as she looked at his face, the green flames giving him an ominous look.

He softened his grip, but did not let go. once again his eyes fell on her chest, her soul, which was for some reason swirling violently. Her breathing became raspy as she could feel his gaze linger on it. She could almost feel his desire to take it. Bring it with him inside his lantern, and do unspeakable things to it. He was a keeper of souls, so it was his natural instinct to take every soul he could.

''Thresh'' she breathed.

''Take it''