The Pale Elf (Patreon)

Cloaked in shades and hair ragged, the white haired princess stepped from the mist. Her expression hollow, eyes unfocused as she eerily moved forward. You see no steps, no tensing of muscle, yet still she approaches... This may have been the princess once, her golden hair like sunbeams on polished gold. However, this creature was no longer a being of the light, she was a howler... a banshee.

Once men had flocked to hear her songs, now they flee in fear of any utterance for it would be their deaths.