She let her eyes shut for just a moment after gathering in her surroundings; the pain in her back kept her from moving even as the sound of footsteps approached her. She wanted to run to flee, her heart rate kicked up and she felt panic tightening her chest. This panic would only fuel the fire of pain in her spine and across her shoulders. Her ghostly silver eyes turned to follow as the blue haired man circled her, the pupils of her eyes expanding for a moment before contracting into vicious thin slashes across the iris. She tried to sit up again her nails digging into the dig and foliage beneath the snow.<br/><br/>The man paused before her and ... wait was he sniffing at her? She felt a sense of befuddlement cloak her mind and obscure the fear that ran rampant in the moment. But as he crouched down before her she felt her muscles tense again and felt like she was recoiling in her hunkered state upon the forest floor. Silvery eyes watched him like a hawk - she had all the looks of an animal cornered. His head tilted and a curtain of that strange blue hair rolled before his eyes and she felt herself coiling back even more for some reason because of it. She wanted to run - she knew she couldn't.<br/><br/>So she did what she could to sit straighter and pulled her legs beneath her form sitting on them with toes folded under ready to try and spring back and away from him. She would also reach up and told the tattered remains of her blouse up on her shoulders. The cold did not bother her so much - but the shredded shoulders and back held barely with threads to cover her breasts.<br/><br/>She kept hearing a strange flutter - was it wings? No she felt that sound was familiar though, even if she couldn't place it in her moment of terror. Her thoughts were broken through when the stranger asked her why the long face? What was an ...Angel? She felt completely confused then looked up through the hole in the canopy where she'd apparently fallen through. She seemed lost in thought while she studied the damaged she'd wrecked on the forests umbrella.<br/><br/>"W-Where am I?" She asked while still clutching to her sleeves and slaughtered shirt. "Who are you?" She asked with a little more bite to her tone. "Did you take me from mine Lor...." her words cut off abruptly as sheer horror flashed across her eyes. The sight of her Lord's decapitated head rolling askew across the ground before her, the smell of his blood. The hooded men. Her pupils tightened and the iris's almost sharpened to look more crystalline. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" She snarled as rage - and pain collided into one tumble of agony as the lose of her Master.<br/><br/>She moved to grab at his collar but the pain in her back lashed her like a whip and instead she fell short her body slumping and her arms snapped back around her body as she huddled forward curling in on her self. The scars on her back, two enormous wing like shapes, were visible now as she sat like this a pained whimper pulling from her as the scars gave a leery white glow and then settled back into blood red scar tissue. Her mind - her feelings a complete mess and jumbled with the pain as she sat there trembling in literal shock of her whole ordeal.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="180" data-username="@Aleksandr" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/180/">@Aleksandr</a>