-Raeg'n-
She'd recently come to the conclusion that she must be the child of an angel. Her mother was certainly beautiful enough to be one, and was absolutely kind enough. When she had vanished after Raeg'n was old enough to graze on her own, her suspicion grew. When she didn't return to her again, it grew. It only faltered when the dark stallion was allowed to treat her unkindly, with brutal force. If her mother looked down on her as an angel, surely she would not allow her innocent daughter to be abused.
Raeg'n had instead come to see the experience as a lesson. Her mother must have silently sent her to the beast to teach her what was at stake if she did not fulfill the sense of purpose that was steadily growing within her. She needed to know the darkness in the heart of others, what they could do with it, how they could wield it. And now she had. She knew firsthand, and she was better for it.
Slowly, she became aware of eyes on her. Silent and still. Digging into her skin, into her soul. Like a hunter stalking its prey. She made a slow turn, bright amber eyes scanning and analyzing her surroundings.
Come out, come out, wherever you are, she drawled slow and quiet. She felt the natural sensation of fear prickling at her, fear of the unknown and unseen. It was a reaction of instinct, and she'd already taught herself to ignore it until she gathered more information on the possible threat.
She still saw nothing, and only waited.
Raeg'n had instead come to see the experience as a lesson. Her mother must have silently sent her to the beast to teach her what was at stake if she did not fulfill the sense of purpose that was steadily growing within her. She needed to know the darkness in the heart of others, what they could do with it, how they could wield it. And now she had. She knew firsthand, and she was better for it.
Slowly, she became aware of eyes on her. Silent and still. Digging into her skin, into her soul. Like a hunter stalking its prey. She made a slow turn, bright amber eyes scanning and analyzing her surroundings.
Come out, come out, wherever you are, she drawled slow and quiet. She felt the natural sensation of fear prickling at her, fear of the unknown and unseen. It was a reaction of instinct, and she'd already taught herself to ignore it until she gathered more information on the possible threat.
She still saw nothing, and only waited.