Every night she would journey through the forest, riding over the river on wisps. Her red hair flowing behind her, her green eyes sparkling with the mist surrounding her. Her pale skin illuminated with the moon's glow.
Her name was Jade, during the day her body belonged to a lycan, Marcus, strong willed and determined she served him with every ounce of her being. At night her heart belonged to another, a demon called Talon. Despite how hard she tried the demons grasp on her heart was to strong.
On this particular night Jade was fraticly searching for her Demon. Talon had felt betrayed by her union with the lycan. But unable to strike out he retreated hurt, angry, and afraid that he was losing control.
She called to him "Vanashe, Vanashe, where are you my Vanashe," circling her forest. The wisps and fae constantly near her side. Tears streaming down her face falling to either side of her dissipating in the mist
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