Sorry for my Absence. I've been dealing with quite a bit lately however I see we've only moved six pages ahead. I had posted before, but it was quite ignored, so I shall just post something added onto it. Thanks guys for not booting me!
Tʜᴇ Wɪɴᴛᴇʀ's Sᴡᴇᴇᴛ Vɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ
|| Viv or Vivian || Fae || Crushless || Coming into Camp || Longing ||
Vivian's head turned as she rounded the corner with her hare. The hare she had completely and fully ripped to shreds. She planned on tossing it around some more when she got closer to camp. She remembered it's dying screams as she tore into it, and tortured it before she had killed it. She was a sick wolf, but not truly. Not always.
Vivian blocked out the memories of her family and friends, those she used to care about. The things she did now would make her old self flinch and gag. The white wolf had become dark after shown no mercy or forgiveness, or merely kindness after a while, and she became twisted. Vivian was a beautiful wolf, but most others didn't see it. Her coat white as snow, and the rings around her eyes as well as her nose were as black as night, and her eyes, they were a lush yellow hue. Able to be seen from the darkness clearly, and a favored choice among wolves, but it was her coat. Noticeable it was not, and that got her nothing but shame and ignorance. She became what she is now, and hopefully, hopefully, she can turn back with a bit of kindness and a warm, open heart.