In the stillness of the lonesome night, nothing seemed to move. Her movements were short and curled together as the darkened water’s torrents. The woods had a mist to them; the air seemed to get chillier as the night clock counted down to the next sunrise of a blissful day. The night seemed to last forever, her long white hair contrasts against the pitch black. Almost a colour of yin and yang, shifting as the girl moves.
The wind blows slightly, causing the mist to slowly amble its way through out the dead woods. The trees were bare, their branches were different than most. The bark of the trees were dark, grey, and out of shape. There was a tint of green from the moonlight hitting the moss that covered most of the terrain.
The girl swiftly walks into the heart of the dead forest, her long white hair flows behind her as her tail uncurls around her body. As her tail uncurls, her ears seem to appear at the top of her head. Her ears slowly rise up into a perked position; twisting to and fro, listening to the silent of the woods, searching for something that she had lost long ago.
Her hands hung at her side, her fingers curled up into a fist. Her eyes started to show rage as she couldn’t find what she was looking for. Her expression was different then what it was earlier, there seemed to be worried written all over it.
Suddenly a young white wolf appears in the mist, staring at the young girl with jaded eyes. She stops, starring at it. Her hazel eyes seem to glow due to the reflection of the mid-night moon light. The white wolf slowly steps forward, meeting up with the girl. Its movement’s showing kindness and friendliness towards the young girl as she bent down to meet it at its own level.
“Hello my dear friend,” She whispers, gently running her fingers through the wolf’s soft, silky pelt. The pure alabaster wolf gently buts its nose to her hand, showing a sign to respond to what she had said. She smiles softly towards the wolf, something inside her made her feel happy once more.
There was a sudden screaming in the distance; she quickly turned towards the direction of the screaming. Her ears perked as she tilts her head to see what was coming. A dark figure seemed to rise out of the mist, carrying a sword beside it. She motioned the wolf to run, but it stayed at her side.
The figure came running towards them; the smell of blood began to fill the air. The smell of her brethren’s blood, that made her rage go out of control. She stood tall, her tail flickering to and fro as she ran towards the stranger. Waiting to get revenge upon for slaughtering her family and friends; she lets out a scream as she tackled the warrior to the terrain.
She leans over him, her eyes filled with rage when she noticed that the boy was crying. She tilts her head as she saw something else within him. His eyes seemed to be a mix of black and blue. He was being possessed. The young girl gently pressed her head against the boys, causing the spirit within him to rise out of his body. The spirit was one of a restless bear, one that was killed long ago by her tribe.
The young girl bows to the bear, gently offering her hand to take the bear back to a place of happiness. The bear took off running in the other direction, leaving the young girl and the scared boy in the dark woods. Silently the girl helped the boy up, and began to tend to his wounds. The young boy glanced at her, wondering why he had lived though he had killed all those helpless people. He watched the girl; she was different than the others. She had a tail and ears like a wolf, kindness like any other animal to another.
“Who are you?” Asks the boy, glancing towards her.
“My name is Lady Death, and you?” She asks, her gaze turning towards him.
“Why such a horrid name?”
“My name is this way because I see all that is dead and all that’s alive. As you can see, I’m nothing like everyone else in the land. I normally keep to myself and help those of the dead find their way home. You slaughtered my people, which I still am raged with. Indeed it wasn’t your fault, there for I must forget,” She weakly says, turning away and begins to start a fire.
“You see all that is dead? There you can talk with the dead?” He asks, tilting his head in a perplexed motion.
“Indeed, I can speak with the dead. Mostly I never talk, the spirits like the silence,” She says, leaning over the fire. Her tail sways as her ears flicker.
“Ah I see how can you live out here alone? Aren’t you lonely?” asks the boy, watching her again.
“No, I have the animals that live in the forest, and all the spirits around. We all need each other, so we all become one,” She claims, turning her hazel gaze back towards him.
“Lady Death… That indeed is a weird name, but you are lovely to one another like me. I think your name should be Nylla,” the boy says happily.
“Why Nylla?” the young girl asks.
“Because Nylla was the name of a girl in my village, she was the kindest of us all. You seem like her, so you are worthy to have a name like hers, well is it alright that I call you that?” He asks.
“Do as you wish, I wouldn’t mind at all,” The young girl claims, watching him. The boy tilts his head, his eyes scanning the wolf girl up and down to try and find what mood she felt then. Her eyes only showed sadness, pain, and suffering. She had been suffering so long, scars on her body showed that. She looked of Death, and acted the way of Death because of her silence. It scared the boy, as soon as he let the fear come back to him… It all happened again.
The demon took his body back over, slashing the girl in the head. She let out a yelp, suddenly the young white wolf from earlier jumped out at the boy. Grabbing his jugular and shaking its body wildly. This threw both of them to the dusty barren terrain, blood splattered across the province, only to be soaked into the earth. The wolf-like girl only watched as the young boy was killed by her fellow companion.
She only came over and told the wolf to stop as soon as the boy had no soul left inside of his body. His soul left, his eyes turning pitch black as the forgotten mid-night sky. The young girl’s ears flatten against her head as she knew she could have stopped the killing but she didn’t. She left the young wolf finish the boy off. The wolf dug into the boy’s helpless body, ripping the flesh off of the bones. The wolf turned back to the girl after it had eaten. Its muzzle stained with the blood of the dead boy, it just lay beside the girl. Waiting for more travelers to come along, it the dead forest in the middle of the pitch black night.
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