01-13-2026, 11:48 AM
batten down, baby, its a hell of a storm
In every young girls life, there comes a time when she learns the truth of the world. A time when the silly notions she had of prince charming and his happily ever after are thrown out the door. A time when her eyes are peeled open and she's forced to see that monsters are more common than princes, and that happily ever after is the biggest lie ever told.
Wayfair has had her time, at the top of the Mountain and in the depths of that jungle Hell. Her eyes weren't just opened; they were plucked from her skull like fruit, heavy and ripe for the plucking. There was no prince in that place to rescue her, only a Dark God and his wicked creations. There certainly wasn't a happily ever after, though she supposed being alive is happy enough. Branded, scarred, and damaged...but alive.
Alive, but changed.
Stronger, both mentally and physically. It is amazing what one will do when their back is against the wall, even a doe-eyed young thing like herself. She is young, but she comes from a long line of monsters. She quickly learned that darkness comes easily to her. She is not her mother or father, but there is something fierce lying beneath her skin, some beast that will fight when it is cornered. She is thankful for that beast.
The Meadow is quiet as she makes her way through it, the snow falling lightly and melting against her ivory coat. The birds have gone, and the woodland creatures have taken to the warmth of their dens. She is the only soul around, and only the warm mist rising from her nostrils betrays her as a living thing. As the solitude closes in, she waits. For what, she doesn't know. But she's surely meant for more than fighting for her life in a Dark Gods hellscape.
Wayfair