Misha stood at the peak of the frozen field, staring out at the snowy land out from below. It was a beautiful scene, her small self blending right in with the scenery. The sky seemed to move into her grey blue eyes, blue sapphire orbs contrasting against the grey clouding snow falling sky. Her haunches would move to the ground, the fae slumping against the snow covered scenery. She could easily slip away, let it all go.. But, she couldn't find the burdened tears. The scenery was baren and white, perfect for her depressing mood, for her aching pain in her heart. So, there she lay and let it go, tears flooding her blue eyes.

He would trek across the lands, the dark brute seeking out someone to fall prey to his bloodlust. He was relentless, his victims never escaping. And should they choose to try and run, he would track them down...the beast walked silently, aqua blue eyes the only thing flashing among the night. His pelt rippled in the winds, muscles rippling beneath. His demeanor never betrayed what the demon truly was, though he would not expose his true intentions. A scent would cross his nose, followed soon by the sound of crying. Easy prey? Perhaps so. The male would change course, following the scent and sound until he would come upon her. A sneer would twist his features, darkened gaze watching her weakened form as he approached downwind. "Hello pretty lady...you seem so...alone. Tell me, what ails you little rabbit?" "Speech"

Dayton. Those were the most of her worries, her only thoughts. How would she ever manage with him? He had made her feel accepted, even wanted after everything they had gotten through. But, now it was all blown out, and he had left her in the dark. No dawn, no day, she would be left in the twilight of the shadow in his heart. Her heart was suffering, but, she would manage.. She had gone through this pain once, what means that she can't do it again? She would sniffle and shake off the snow from her pelt before noticing a dark bruted creature at her side. "Oh, hello.." She would say shyly, acknowledging the male with a dip of her crown. She would look at him when he would question her, sniffing the air around him. "Nothing, really.. Just lonely," she would say, blue grey orbs watching him.