02-15-2022, 12:09 AM
Dawn stretched out across the land, with the barest hint of pink sunlight brushing the horizon. Dew covered grass swayed beneath the soft and quiet steps of the creature that lingered beneath the branches of a rather large tree not far from the lake. Her ruby eyes drifted over the scene, mesmerized by the way the world seemed so pure and green. The vivid colors of the budding day seemed to draw her in. Truth me told, it had been a long time since Lanore had felt peace like this. The peace of childhood hadn't lingered long. There was a short time in which she'd been allowed to be a babe, untouched by the reality of her lineage and the adult ideas that her young mind couldn't fathom. In those moments when her mother softly sang her to sleep each night, she had believed for a time that she had been loved.
Much like icicles hanging from a branch, those memories were shattered by the reminder that she'd been left alone in the darkness of the forest. Not because of something she had done, or even what she was; but rather the possibility of what she could be. Her ruby eyes that had set her apart, her mothers only reminder of her father, had marked her as unwanted. You would never know. She moved with a calm and peace about her, as if the world had not shuddered beneath the wrath of her father. She nosed the wet leaves among the bushes as she passed by, drawing the dew off each with a quick lap of her tongue. These days she did not let the memories of the past ensnare her.
She paused to watch a bird as it flit up from within the bush she stood before. A small puff of its chest and a protest in the form of a chirp escaped the little bird before it flew away just as quickly as it had appeared. Her breath hitched in her throat and for a moment she was rooted, ruby eyes searching for the tiny fiend. She had always been fascinated with birds. To fly away on a whim was a dream she didn't let herself entertain as often these days as she used to. She'd learned to cherish the sanctity of her solitude. The silence that consumed her life had brought with it far less strife than her short time around others had. In truth, she really had no trouble to fly away from anymore.
Much like icicles hanging from a branch, those memories were shattered by the reminder that she'd been left alone in the darkness of the forest. Not because of something she had done, or even what she was; but rather the possibility of what she could be. Her ruby eyes that had set her apart, her mothers only reminder of her father, had marked her as unwanted. You would never know. She moved with a calm and peace about her, as if the world had not shuddered beneath the wrath of her father. She nosed the wet leaves among the bushes as she passed by, drawing the dew off each with a quick lap of her tongue. These days she did not let the memories of the past ensnare her.
She paused to watch a bird as it flit up from within the bush she stood before. A small puff of its chest and a protest in the form of a chirp escaped the little bird before it flew away just as quickly as it had appeared. Her breath hitched in her throat and for a moment she was rooted, ruby eyes searching for the tiny fiend. She had always been fascinated with birds. To fly away on a whim was a dream she didn't let herself entertain as often these days as she used to. She'd learned to cherish the sanctity of her solitude. The silence that consumed her life had brought with it far less strife than her short time around others had. In truth, she really had no trouble to fly away from anymore.