Lily blinked, her lips parting slightly as she leaned back, even shying back, from the growing shape of the formerly gorgeous man, his rage almost physical and tangible. Her green eyes widened terribly, Lily sat back, crawling backwards before the situation made her scream, a shrill, high-pitched, feminine cry of fear.<br/><br/><br/>It had seemed like a million years yet she looked only slightly older, her green eyes tinged with knowledge and her voice deepened with wisdom from the darkest of truths. A combination of sun and shadow had paled her skin to a peachy sand tone, the darklights of her blond hair outgrown to about her chest while her lovely locks curled and twisted down to her waist, her form had lost the softness of childhood and given her a svelte, slender silhouette only scantily clad in that ripped and torn dress with it's tattered lace billowing about her as she tumbled into the snow.<br/><br/>Quickly her skin reddened from the cold, her lips paling as she shivered and panted, drawing breaths of freezing air into her lungs until they ached. A whiff of the wind blew snow into her face as soon as she lifted her head and the girl struggled to brush it away with her cold, wet hands before she straggled up to her feet, pulling her arms around her before she, barefoot and barelegged, stumbled towards the streets.