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</a><br/><b>Name:</b>Scarlett<br/><b>Location:</b>The grove in the woods, just outside Chansons-Du-Crépuscule<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Fenrir; anyone in the grove<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>Scarlett closed her blue eyes and took a deep breath as she stood there in her grove, her little sanctuary nestled deep in the dark woods where the bravest men of Chansons-Du-Crépuscule were too afraid to go. She had to smile that someone such as her had the nerve and ability to manage such feat. If only her grandmother knew! Then again, the old woman would never approve of where she was nor would she approve of the fact that this was not the first time she ventured so far or so deeply into the woods surrounding the tiny village. However, she'd needed a place to call her own ever since losing her parents and even more so after what she'd later begun to call the Day of the Dark.<br/><br/>She still hadn't forgiven her grandmother for doing what she'd done, even if the old woman's intentions had been to protect her. Never again could Scarlett be in any small room for very long without a feeling of dread, a pang of fear trying to swallow her whole. She remembered how dark that tiny wardrobe was all those years ago, the sound of the howling wolf pack so close to their little cottage so isolated from the village that calling for any sort of help was useless. She hated her grandmother for locking her up, for keeping her in the 'dark'. It had seemed an eternity before she was let out, before she was allowed to breathe fresh air again and see natural light once more. From that day forward, it was hard to be around the woman that had condemned her to such a fate in the wardrobe. Subconsciously, her every action to defy and disobey while seeking the freedom she yearned for. The freedom she knew she needed.<br/><br/>Letting out a soft laugh, Scarlett opened her eyes. Indeed her grandmother would not be happy that she was in her grove, but oh the peace and happiness she found while there. Suddenly, her blue eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat. Across the grove she saw a silhouette and a pair of luminescent eyes that seemed to bore into her soul. She swallowed hard, her mouth dry as her heart hammered hard against her chest. Were her eyes deceiving her? Blinking rapidly, she shook her head slightly, dark tresses cascading over slim shoulders—a stark contrast to the red she donned. Looking again, she realized it was no mistake... there, across the way, was the dire wolf, the one from the tales she'd heard by the fireside at night.<br/><br/>Scarlett bit down on her lip, her tiny hands tugging on her red cape she wore. The great wolf spoke to her in growling tones, though she understood him perfectly. Hesitantly, she dared to take a step forward. He'd said he'd guided her there, had been watching. For how long, she wondered? She looked away, staring at the ground beneath her feet, her cheeks going red. "You guided me?" she stated more than asked, her expression thoughtful, her hands fidgeting a little. "Are... are you a dire wolf?" she then asked, her face inquisitive as she took another step forward, her cheeks burning a bit brighter. "I've heard tales, just I... I've never seen one," she admitted. "And I am honored," she said with a genuine, but nervous smile, curtsying as an afterthought.