Marcella Auvergne had spent the last month all but shut in her room, ever since her ball where she was supposed to find her life mate. That had not went as it was planned. Not one of the males even felt like they could be him. Since then, her so called friends were looking at her like there was something wrong with her, and she felt isolated and alone. Even at home, her mother would just tisk and tell her<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"> ‘when the time is right you will find him’</span>. Marcella thought her mother was just not ready for her to find her lifemate, as that would mean she would leave home. Her proud father had been silent around her for the better part of the month, though he'd never turn his back on her, not since Nicoli had been killed on a hunt. She was the only one they had left and he was too proud to admit that she was a little odd, passing off her driving urge to be in the woods as child's play she'd grow out of. It was only a slap in the face for them both when Marcella didn't find her life mate at her coming of age party. Since then, things weren't getting better with their beloved daughter. She was spending more time in the woods, less time around the other Carpathians, and less time on her lessons. Often she'd be gone for days now, where She'd been gone for hours leading up to her coming of age. She seemed to be looking for something but what, she never knew.<br/><br/>This night was like many others. She wrapped herself in a light green cloak and went out to the woods. This time however, she had something calling to her. She knew in her heart if she didn't go tonight something terrible was going to happen. She made her way through the Carpathian woods of which her family lived deep in away from the rest of their people. The woods were full of tall trees where the tops got lost to the stars it seemed. There was an urgency in the air as she found herself moving faster, the sweet rich soil of the forest giving way to a much rougher terrain filled with rocks in the hard packed earth. She found herself at a cliff's edge, looking down into the darkness below. She was urged to go down to the bottom, even knowing this area was where a Vampire had been killed not even a full twenty four hours ago. She feared it might be a trap that another one lay in wait for any Carpathian that dared come this way, But she shook that fear from herself, set in her resolve. She was going to find what had drawn her here this night.<br/><br/>She focused on becoming a small elf owl, shifting to a bird that was only five inches tall. This was the first bird of the night she had learned as well as what her brother always called her;<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">‘his little owl’</span>. She flew down, going around the jagged edges that were there. When she found the bottom of it, the urge was overwhelming, leading her on into the depths.