Sister Sinistre

There is old, then there is antique. This sluagh seems to be older than both. A creature so aged that it seems death has forgotten her. Though she reflects it perfectly. The sluagh’s skin seems to have forgotten its natural color, instead its gray an so flaky and papery that every vein can be seen. Cross sections of red and blue running up and down a body that is so thin, it should not be able to move. Dark eyes are small and sunken in. Her nose is nearly gone, and two thin black lines are all that seem to make up the creatures lips. Stark white hair is pulled severely back into a tight bun. Her voile is simple and black. Almost like a nuns habit but without the wimple. Two large pockets are on the front of the dress, and a wide black belt cinches it about her waist. Black lace ha been added in places, perhaps by her own hand. Dust can be spotted, on her hair, one her dress, on her simple black shoes. A long flexible ruler held in the back of her belt. Silverfish can be seen, nibbling on the lace, crawling through her hair.