Ever since that dreadful day Igni hadn’t dared to get back to the meadow again. That was where the perpetrator lured, where he lingered, where he waited. This time he wouldn’t lure her back in. She had truly believed that he would never hurt her, she had even put more faith in him than in her God, but he had turned out to be the bad one, instead of his father like he had claimed. Scarred and wounded – not only her heart – she had fled to the forest. She had cried, and run, was upset and confused. Yet there had also been moments in which she had been quite clear and calm. Believing Carnage was with her, protecting her, watching over her, guiding her home.
Home was where she was going now, but in order to get home, she would have to cross his lair. The heath was long gone from her body, yet it was already too late, as his seed was planted within her. Even though her barrel didn’t show the new life yet, Igni could feel the differences. And no, this was something else than the fear that constantly consumed her. The fear is what drives her to her quick step, moving as fast as she could, without attracting too much attention. Yet, ready to spurt away in a quick trot or canter if that was needed. The littlest sound was enough to cause such reaction.
OOC: Not as angsty as I had hoped it would be