Shattered in the shadows

The shadows preserved her well as she travelled into the night, eyes glimmering wickedly. Her light pawsteps made no sound as the howling wind roared on. She travelled smoothly yet swiftly, picking up her speed. Pearl white fangs shined in the moonlight, her azure orbs gazing into the shadows. The shadows gazed back at the lady, and she welcomed them with a nod. Ruffling her fur, she continued her travel in pure silence on the edge of the woods. The leaves danced in the moaning wind, how lifeless they seemed. The woods were dark and eerie, a place Aislinn could certainly call home. Soulless, the forest could easily be described. Just her. The trees weeped in her presence, yes, she was unstoppable, even her puny ancestors could not erase her past, or her future.

Painful, the empty hollow in her heart was, though she learned to live with the pain and welcome it. No healing herbs could soothe her bloodied memories or her shattered shell. No ancient spells and chants could save this woman. If she is destined to war and the apocalypse, so be it. She was a reject, no-one wanted her. No-one dared speak to her. And that was it. Just silence and solitude. Echoes of the past whispered in the wind of the weeping woods, the trees were torn and shattered themselves. Perhaps those trees had gone through a war for their life? She fitted in with the trees, torn and shattered, those are just some of many words she can be described as.
A faint smell was in the air, all those who had travelled before her, all those who died in amongst these trees. Fear was carried in the wind. No living creature stalked in this forest. The huntress travelled on, away from the protecting moonlight.

Just silence and solitude.

Walk.
"Talk."