Sweet Sonata
Dance upon the winds of your wildest dreams
Cold, a bone wrenching cold that drew what little warmth was left in her. It was all she had known for so long, forever reliving the day of her defeat, the metallic taste of blood upon her lips, feeling as if what heart she had left ripped from her chest as her lifelong companion fell in a flash of black feathers and the unmistakable cry of death. The feeling drew her attention long enough for her own flesh to burn, her own demise not far behind. Or so she had assumed. It's a pity to just toss her aside. Too pretty to die in a shallow grave. Let her followers forget her,for what greater pain is known? Her capturers mused for what to her seemed like a lifetime, yet in all likelyhood was probably less than a few short moments. So a cold slow death was decided; let her powers, her life fade as she was forgotten from this world. Hair, as dark as a raven's wing spread underneath her, having long lost any sense of magic. She looked close enough to a human; yet there was something undecidedly otherworldy about her. It could be the black feathers that sprouted from her skin, forming some sort of armor, or the fact that from time to time heavily lashed eyes fluttered, brow furrowing ever so slightly. Alone and forgotten in the desolate cold she relived her own demise, and what had brought her to that point. Showing sympathy toward humans.