a girl raised by fae in the otherworld. inspired by dark fairytales and celtic folklore. the white hounds, omens of death.
obsequious due to her upbringing, though not to be overshadowed by her impertinence. a loyal dog, at least by first impressions.
shy amongst strangers, cautious despite her curiousity. kindness appears through difficulty - she has a tendency to leave claw marks, even with the best intentions.
fresh droplets of blood bloomed like petals in the snow. her little fists trembling as terror crawled its way into her marrow, the very core of her being. the bodies of her family lay scattered around her, unmoving. a hand would reach for hers, take hold tenderly, almost regretfully.
perhaps it was remorse, perhaps something else. but those hands, once drenched in her family's blood, would raise her. would bring her home to the otherworld, to his wife, present her as their adopted daughter. they'd feed her, train her, patch her scraped knees, and put a sword in her hand. she'd never let go of it. violence became a childhood friend, hard to let go of.
