Her Fate: Depression (Open to all)

[Mama Z]

Slowly, the world changes. From the moving of the winds, to the falling rocks and the slightest shift in the tides. From the rising sun to the falling moon, nothing is ever repeated the same as before. Age was slowly taking its toll on everything. Trees withering and colliding to the ground. Animals being hunted or dying from starvation or some odd illness which would never be cured. It was all depressing. Life itself was depressing.

Silver eyes stared at the world from the high tree. Hair of white silk blew gently in the spring time breeze, easily escaping the confiding force known as gravity. From her silver eyes lay a faint trail of glitter, almost as if all her tears were stained upon the skin. Skin was also pale, as if the sun had never had an chance to kiss upon the frail and fragile organ that covered her body.

Though she was not completely bare. Around her ankels was a ribbon of silver. Easily it wrapped around the foot, protecting it from any rocks or stickers that would scar her feet. A dress of white graced her body. The front of the skrit was no longer then her knee, yet extended as it reached around the back. The upper half reached up, avoiding her shoulders and wrapping around her neck. Easily the cloth fit to the lithe body and added since of more exaggerated beauty to the human like creature.

Yet what made her different from a normal human was not the odd color of hair and eyes. But what rested on her head on was attached to her back. Two wolven ears graced the top of her head, easily the swivled and churned, listening to the breeze whisper and the birds sing. On her back, rested two butterfly wings. Both were a translucent white, yet aimless patterns of silver graced each one. She was a demon actually. One born from one of a butterfly demon, the other a wolf. The mix was intriguing yet for her, depressing.

She saw beauty in everything, even in life, but much as she tried, Nisha could only think of what happened when the beauty was tranished. And as she stood to watch the world age ever so slow around her, she sighed. Nothing would last forever. Sighing she began her decent from the tree, taking it as much as a human would, one branch at a time.

[Relairah]

Hidden closeby was a wolf. His fir bristled as a low growl escaped his throat. He had no intension of moving but he kept a close eye on the moving creature. If needed he would attack. He was older in his years and very experienced, but had suffered a great loss. Shirokiba's mind returned to that day but he shook it off and focused.

[Mama Z]

Ears of white swivled round as a deep noise rang through the day. Instantly she paused on a branch. Feet were placed like that of a dancers, and both hands rested on the trunk for support. She waited a moment, still as can be though her white dress contrasted darkly with the brown of the trunk. She looked at the ground below, seeing nothing. A deep frown caressed her flawless face and she slowly moved from standing to squating. One hand now rested on the branch beneath her, the other against the trunk. Gracefully she eased herself down, now coming into contact with the soft earth. Nisha stayed alert, looking left then quickly looking right. Her mind racing with all the possiblities and the ones with the worse consequences. 'Who..whos there?' Her voice was soft, frightened, yet spoke with the wolven tongue. Who indeed was stalking her like a wounded deer?

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[Relairah]

Realizing he had no chance of surprising her he decided to face her. Shirokiba stepped out from his hiding place and said, "I am Shirokiba, most of my pack has been destroyed and the survivors I have no knowledge of. I have been traveling alone, searching for them. And who might you be?"

[Mama Z]

She stumbled backwards. One hand flew up as if the shield herself from an oncomign attack. Instantyl she coward against the tree, trying to find saftey in it. Silver eyes looked up fearfully at the wolf and she shifted, looking around for some sort of escape. None was to be found. what? An introduction. She swallowed slightly and shifted. 'Lo..' Was all that was able to stagger from her mouth. What was his name again?

[Relairah]

"There is no need to be frightened, unless you are against me. Now, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to know who you are."

[Mama Z]

Was..was that a threat? She glanced around nervously, not liking this wolfs approach any more then she enjoyed being here. Her breathing was quick and she tried to move closer to the tree. Wings fluttering out to the side so as not to be crushed against her back and the tree. A name, he wants my name, she reminded herself and she forced herself to relax just slightly. 'Ni..Nisha..' She studdered out her defenses moving high once more.

[Relairah]

Shirokiba sat down for a moment. He gazed at her fearful eyes and could not understand why there was such fear in them. He spoke once more, "Thank you for the name, but once again there is no need for fear. If you feel so, please tell why." He still could not understand her. She was acting as though she were a meal that was trying to escape. He had no intention of fighting anyone at the moment but would begin a chase or anything if needed. He began to feel there was something about her, something strange. He wanted to know but he knew it would take time, and even then, he knew he would probably never find out.

[Mama Z]

Her hand lowered slightly and came to rest in a small ball by her chest. She looked around and tried one last time to move closer to the tree. How was she supposed to answer that question? 'You..you could hurt me.' She stated ears falling flat against the human head. She glanced around, looking for the quickest escape but somehow she felt this wolf would not let her run if she tried. ''What is it you want?' She asked, becoming only slightly braver. But even that didnt last long, she recoiled once more.

[Relairah]

"How could of been so stupid, I shouldv'e know that" He saw her glance around and knew she was searching for a means of escape. He became more tense but tried to appear relaxed. He was ready for anything. "Of course I could hurt her, but would I?" It was a question he wondered over.

Her question was simple and reasonable, but he did not know exactly how to put it. As he put his mind to it, he realized she would not have such fear if perhaps she was not evil. But how could such a magnificent creature such as this, be evil in any way. He had heard of demons that are decietful in appearance, but his knowledge was they were furocious. This maden seemed inocent and pure in his eyes or of what he had seen so far. She had an inate fear, but he still did not think his ability to hurt her was the only thing she feared.

"I want to know many things, I will not come to know, but tell, are you evil or not." His words came flat, and bold. He did not say them in any stern way, though, and he hoped her fear would subside. He knew he had little chance of such things happening. He braced himself, but kept his relaxing appearance still.

[Zizzie]

Her mouth open and fell, open and fell. Ears tried to fall back further in submission. Good or evil? The question churned inside her delicate mind. After a moment her shoulders slumped forward and her gaze, as well as head, lowered. What was she? She had no clue. She had been called both before. Being the child of a hated wolf demon and a kind hearted butterfly left her once again in a territory of grey. 'I dont know.' The words came out soft, as if hardly spoken. Who was she to say what she was? Everyone had their opinions of right and wrong, love and hate.

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[Relairah]

His gazed turned to that of wonder. He felt pitty for her but he was still cautious. He now saw a look of saddness in her eyes. He stated, if you don't know, do you know what you wish you were?" He did not know whether or not he should have asked nor whether he should go on. His mind had turned to a blur but he tried his best to focus. "What would others say?" He continued.

[Mama Z]

'Ive heard both.' She stated in all honesty. She shifted again against the tree, this time bring her long legs closer to her frame. Arms wrapped around them and her forehead rested against her knees. She huddled in on herself as much as she could. No longer was this wolf a threat to her. Right now she no longer cared. Her mind was nothing but a swirl of thoughts and past memories. Who cared what she was? She was Nisha. Always sad, always depressed. Always neutral. Always just...Nisha.

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[Kikuyoshi]

Night had struck the land like a slap in the face, the stars appearing out of no where like zits on a fresh teenager while the moon looked on from overhead, it's gaze ever watchful, but never helpful when drawing details from the creatures that lurked within the night. On such a night, one not all that well known creature liked to stalk about the terrain, preferring both man and beast forms so that no one person could be sure of what he was unless he chose to show himself. On this night, he chose to do such.

Footsteps echoed along the forest flooring, a soft crunch of old, brittle leaves falling apart under his weight sounding off every now and then, until he was practically ontop of the two creatures lingering about. Positive he had already been detected, he however refused to show himself, but rather spoke first.

"Nice night, wouldn't you say?" Vocals contained that of a slight, subtle southern accent, barely enough to even detect, their tone dark and husky but certainly not evil in the slightest.

[Relairah]

"If you don't mind, I believe you to be good. Though you may seem evil to some, I see nothing in you a sign of that." He hoped the words would sooth her soul. He could not understand what could be so terribly wrong. Her eyes would show only that of saddness and loss. What was her past like? How could he help? These questions crossed his mind over and over until at last he spoke, "What has your past been like? He, not wanting her to ask him answered the question fo himself. "I was a guardian of a lost pack, the Moonwolf pack. It was attacked and destroyed and I m in search of servivors. He waited for her response. He understood the meaning of her name, but that was no concern of his. He did not care if she were hybrid or anything. To him she was an innocent beautiful maden, in need of a friend of some kind.

When he had finished, he turned to the direction in which the voice had come. "Yes, I would." Show yourself. Shirokiba had heard the rusling of the leaves, but had not allowed them to interfere.