She is beauty, she is grace; She’ll punch you in the face.

How long had it been? How long since her brother was ripped away from her? The days scrambled together. The time was distorted and lost to her. And at some point she lost herself as well. Her fur was unkempt, scratches strewn all over her previously beautiful coat. She was half starved, her grief stricken mind unable to cope— unable to find any meaning in feeding herself. She had not slept since the day it happened, afraid of the dreams sure to come.

Sobbing, desperate tears were all that she knew, until the reality set in. She was alone. She had been the burden she always claimed to be. A self fulfilled prophecy.

Then there was fury. Hate unlike anything she had ever felt before. Even more ferocious than the night she had been violated by her betrothed. The relentless emotion consumed her from head to toe, burning through everything she had ever been; everything she could have been. In this new state, she turned away from her path of fleeing, her limbs carrying her back to the scene of bloodshed. She screamed to the point her voice cracked and grew hoarse, nails scratching and clawing at the dried blood on the ground. Her jaws opened and tore at the trees, bark stabbing into her tongue and gums but she could feel no pain. Nothing could compare to losing her protector; her brother. Mistral was gone. His body was taken, so that she could not even properly bury him. Denied even the pitiful end of wasting away cradling his body. At least she would have been at his side in death. Now he was truly, completely, lost to her.

So she stood there, huffing, the effects of her anger ebbing away — with once vibrant eyes dull with grief. But she had nothing left… nowhere to go… there was no one in this world who would stay by her side now.


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