She had been lucky. The universe had forged her path and had determined that she would be strong and survive what had been handed to her. It was all that she could have asked for.

The pallid fem does not curse her misfortune or wish that it had been done to someone else; she is only glad that she was able to walk away from the terror that happened upon her here just a few weeks prior. Her pristine image is no longer just so, she is torn and scarred and carries them for all to show, for how could she mask them? Her face is marred and her ear is ripped from the tip - she will never appear to be the same again.

Her hair has yet to grow back fully upon her body where it was torn from the root but she knows that it will even out with the rest of her in time. Still, she cannot help but act wary of meeting new faces not only because of her severe mistrust in anyone from henceforth but because she is forever disfigured and does not feel as though she is the same as she once was. It brings a different feeling of a burden upon her once pure heart.

Since the incident she is more alert and cautious as ever and thanks to the company of Rhae and Delya, she has found that not all whom she meets is terrible. But she will never allow her back to be turned upon another again and it is when she lays eyes upon the tri-colored behemoth that she does not avert them elsewhere for the longest moment. She will stand tall and bristles herself up in defense as her voice commands his attention. "What is your name." She will not allow a stranger to gather the upper hand and especially a male so large.

goddess of none / no progeny / frozen hearted