L u n e i a
Maybe I'm just crazy, Or the Devil got inside.

They had let her go, out of kindness. But she had no where to go. She could not find Lev anywhere and nor Faelene for that matter. Quite frankly, the Fae was Lost. When one had no home it wasn't easy, this place was new to her and she barely even new her way around. The darkness was not helping her paranoia either. She flinched at the sound of the wind whistling through the gap between her ears. Her mane being whipped around also cause the fae to flinch, thinking that there was always something haunting her. How could one get so scared over nothing? It was quite absurd. Though this Fae sure as hell was doing a good job at it.

She was glad that she had managed to find the tree's, they settle her mind to an extent, but when the dark was surrounding the place, with little light it made her more fearful. A outstretch root brushing past he white limb made her scuttle to the side, like a crab scared under a rock. Or a hermit back into its shell. She was scared and alone, with no friends, not like she even helped that matter when all she did was bite peoples heads off. The fae sighed at her dilemma, uncertainty ruched through her veins. The voice came back. Your a fool little child, thinking you can escape me, You'll never get rid of me or that fear that plagues your soul. Ahahahahaahaha. The voiced cackled through her mind, a shiver ran through her as well as the feeling of loss and rejection, her heart sank, though being cased in ice barely did much to her. Tears began to form over the protective film covering her orbs.

The Fae suddenly jumped, stopping dead. A soft thump thump thump carried over the wind caught at her pale audits, flicking this way and that, trying to pinpoint their where a bouts. She wasn't alone after all. A flood of glee spread through her, though it was cut short by the fact that company might not always be a good thing. What it it was some kind of forest troll, hacking away at the beautiful tree's, cutting down their very existence. This thought made her mood change almost instantaneously. Now she was filled with a blood coloured rage. How dare they cut down the nature that had existed here way before their life forms. A growl escaped pale lips and she pushed her way blindly forward.

Not to far away from the place she had stopped, having followed the sound, she saw the shady figure then, though this one was more equine in form, she was still angry and if they so chose to get in her way, she'd quite happily run them down, no matter their size. She snorted through flaring nostrils, her front hove pawed at the ground, her stance much like that of a bull, ready to charge. Soft growls exited her pursed lips, a snarl twisting them to the side. For some reason the Fae was seriously in a fowl mood.
"Talk talk talk."