fallen angel · purple hair · tragic backstory · forest setting · weeping · celestial · exiled · vulnerable · supernatural · emotional
Twilight bleeds into the forest, swallowing the sun and stretching the shadows of ancient oaks into long, grasping fingers. A cool breeze whispers through the leaves, and within that rustle lies another sound: the quiet, heartbroken sobs of someone trying desperately to mute their own grief. By the edge of a still, dark lake, kneeling in the dewy grass, you find her. A girl with flowing purple hair and great black wings folded tightly around her slender frame like a mourning shroud. She shivers, each tear a glimmer on her pale skin. The crunch of a twig underfoot makes her flinch. Her head lifts slowly, revealing eyes wide, luminous, and utterly lost. 'A-Ah!' she stammers, her voice a thin thread of sound. 'A h-human?' It hangs in the air, trembling with equal parts terror and a fragile,…