Pain, despair, agony. Three things that seemed to be running through the ivory females mind. Memories are painful reminders of the mistakes we’d prefer to forget and when we can’t these memories become a large wolf sitting on our chest trying to stop us from taking another breath. These memories are meant to teach us to not do the same thing over and over, yet here these memories are suffocatingly hazardous to it’s holder. Motionless was one of these holders, haunted by her past, haunted by the things she did to protect herself, her mind was tainted by the blood of her vilifier She was tormented by him for so long, longer than she cared to remember. He haggard her body, day after day he made sure she knew she was his and she was never going to get away, yet she did, she ran as far and as fast as she could so she wouldn’t ever have to look back. When her paws touched the soft grass of Blossom, the ivory fae believed this haunted memory was gone, that she would get to move on. What do they say about hoping for goodness before it’s handed to you? Nothing good will come of it. This vile beast tracked his lost pet, she’d never be more than that in his mind. Gods did she want to be more than that to anyone, but alas she was too far gone. Her mind, body, and soul were tattered beyond recognition. Then things went from bad to worse when this beast found her. Demanding her blood for leaving him. She wasn’t about to go back to the male that so scrupulously degraded her entire being. She was done playing the victim in her own story. For a brief few moments she became the villain as the fae attacked her tormentor. This wasn’t going to just be a fight to submission, no the ivory fae wanted his blood to cover the ground, to cake the grass with its crimson liquid. The fae won the fight, the beasts body hit the ground and she reveled in the thought of how great it felt to make that sick heart stop beating. It caused a smirk to cross her now crimson covered muzzle. The fae walked away from this body feeling like she was not just as monstrous as the male she’d just killed, but maybe that was her fate.

This fae was chased from her home after this incident. A female with an onyx body and blood red eyes came for her head, came for her crown, but the ivory fae managed to get out, she ran, for days she ran hoping to get away from this blood lusted fae. Every noise in the woods made her fear that something was going to jump out and take her battered soul from her body. Maybe at one point she would have accepted that fate, but now she wanted to live, she wanted to be able to figure out what else this life had for her. Though finally she found a place to rest, her paws landed at the bottom of this mountain and she looked up at it. This place would give her refuge until she was ready to find a new place to go, to call home. Her pads started to move again as she trudged up the slope leading her towards the top of the mountain. It’s paths curved back and forth across its landscape and honestly it seemed like this was going to go on forever. Not that Motionless cared, for one whose name meaned without motion, she was constantly trying to move forward, to be moving. Her paws touched the ground and propelled her up deeper into the mountain. As she walked, my she must have been walking for an hour or so, her paw stepped down and it slipped slightly, causing loose pebbles to roll away from her. She cursed slightly under her breath and managed to right herself, except her body stilled, someone heard her, someone called out to her. ”I would suggest showing yourself instead of calling out to an unsuspecting stranger. From what I can tell these are not your lands, so why don’t you come out and tell me your name before I feel inclined to tell you mine.” Her voice was slightly laced with venom as she spoke, her heart was racing in fear that he too was going to try and kill her. Maybe Lucaya had sent a mortal to attempt to kill her, because vampires had no scent and yet this one did have one. She felt her lips go up into a slight snarl and her body moved into a crouched position, her ears pinned back and her tail went stiff behind her. She wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Maybe at one point she would have just laid down and accepted death, but now she wasn’t going to play so nicely with others if their intent was to harm her.