castle ruins

since the fall of Ashen, El has felt..listless. blown astray and flailing clumsily with nothing to anchor herself to. her pack, her identity, the title her bloodline had afforded her…all of it had simply ceased to be, and the girl couldn’t help but feel that the world was crumbling away beneath her feet. who is she, if not a princess of the Ashen empire? it’s a though that swirls incessantly through her mind tonight, taunting her as she trudges through the remnants of her old home. the moon is a large yellow disk above her head, swathing the lands of her childhood in silvery hues. her heart aches like a physical wound, and as those pale eyes search the shadows, she’s filled with the desire to hurt something. to destroy it the way her home had been destroyed. to taste blood on her tongue and feel the crunch of bone between her teeth. as she listens, the world around her practically bristles with noise and life, prey skirting through the undergrowth with reckless abandon. El squints, head cocking in thought. it’s rare for prey to behave so brazenly, even at night, but she can practically feel the earth vibrate with scores of tiny little feet. well, all the better for her. a mean little smile quirks along her lips as she creeps forward, scenting the air for a particular subject of interest. something worthy of her wrath.

WC: 237/1500