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As easily as if their claws had passed through cloth. A scream rings through the cavern, sorrowful, unearthly- a lilting sound, melodic in the way it seems to celebrate her freedom in the same note that it mourns her own death.

Pain, both mental and physical alike crushed her like steel between hammer and anvil. Unable to stop what she believed she had caused, and in agony much worse than she had ever imgained she would be. In her last moment, when her senses faded one by one, she heard her mother's sweet, sweet song singing her to sleep like it had done so many times before.

Died in a courageous, but terribly naive attempt to stop Damien and Saul fighting after the former had mercilessly started to battle the latter when being released from solitary confinement.Torn between the two raging beasts.


Previously


Entered the forest alongside her brother, though in an increasingly foul mood when he suggested for them to go over to Damien, who was close by. Couldn't fathom what he might like about him and did her best to make sitting down a real ordeal, but eventually settled.

Not for long however, as Liam jumped up when a peculiar scent reached his nose - the scent of whoever had been involved in the murder a few days back. Excited and on her feet in an instant to go with her brother again - only to hear she'd have to stay with Damien, to which both gave a shocked answer. And while both didn't make it easy for Liam, eventually Damien managed in what looked like a hilarious game to bring his weight down on Fenya, pinning her to the ground so her brother would go alone. Infuriated by this and threw a slew of insults at the rust wolf who apparently had turned into a stature. Visited by Rojan too, who inquired what the hell Damien was doing - before Fenya could lie about it, Damien had explained to Rojan. With the commotion going on now in the distance, evidence would have proven any lie of Fenya's wrong, too.

The fight drew nearer a couple of times and Fenya tried to catch as much of it as she could - which wasn't a lot. Nearly had zoned out when her curiosity wouldn't be satisfied but instantly ripped out of her absent state of mind when Damien suddenly half-rose with a growl to meet whoever was thundering near. Had no time to even do so much as scream before Saul's giant, hulking body was blocking her vision and the world turned black.

Upon waking, found herself in an entirely foreign place and once more had no time to come to her senses before she was tossed to the next wall, followed by the back of a hand to her face. Figured the man in front of her must be Saul but too stunned by the outward brutality and too afraid to do anything more than attempt to run; which failed, and eventually be suffocated until she lost consciousness.

bad day for fen

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In a nutshell, hit her first and pretty solid crisis.

Ever since her mother took her and her siblings to Erialas where they'd attend school, found herself enraptured with the world and the new perspectives it brought. While too much of a feral-mind to really fit in well in school, was keen enough to soak up any new knowledge and abilities, taking interest in just about anything. Exciteable and clever enough to soon learn a few tricks and techniques to help her get along with just about anyone better; she didn't exactly make friends but neither became a victim of mobbing. not that her temper would have that anyway...

However, as time progressed, found herself becoming the shortest amongst her siblings. At first did not pay it any mind, but when clear signs of coming of age hit her brothers and sisters, did find it odd she stayed the same as when they first settled in Erialas. Even what social contacts she had from school - everyone was growning, progressing, getting on with their lives. Attempted several times to see if her forest-self had aged at all, which it did not - at that time, was still cheerful enough. Through one of these visits, got to know Rojan a bit and hung with him. But as time went by, Fenya went through different stages of trying to deal with her more and more obvious problem; at first simply hoped it'd be a phase, maybe she was just slow - as if that wasn't annoying enough - but after weeks, lost hope in that. Different stages of anger followed in which social life indeed became diffcult for her. Both her own temper as well as a certain kind of shame became more uncontrollable and with her feral mindset still being as strong, couldn't avoid a few rough patches in school. Brawls from which she often turned up somewhat bruised or verbal arguments that tore more into her proverbial wounds left her being pushed more and more into what Fenya considered a stuck, monotonous life. Frozen in a spot while everyone around her kept walking by and ahead.

Sometimes found solace in the forest when the uncomfortable thoughts became too much or another particular difficult situation arouse; during these visits, found herself in the company of Rojan frequently who provided silence. Even while in this misery however, did not fail to realise that she hasn't fallen ill or actually regressed in some way - a fact she is thankful for, if just in a petulant way that seems much like the child she still is.

Her mood took another heavy blow when Ashe moved out of the household, finally hard proof hit home the fact that her sibling was just about grown up while Fenya still remained a child. And as a child would, blames her sister for making it worse in a quiet, but stubborn way - refuses too much contact, though every time is quick enough to remind herself it's not Ashe's fault and reach out to her sister again, holding their bond dear. Likewise her brother Liam's quite impressive growth has her reeling. Frequently, he'd suggest things to do with Fenya and keep her company, keenly aware of how lonely she truly feels. Likewise though, Fenya reacts just as petulantly to these attempts sometimes, trying to tell herself she wouldn't need anyone anyhow. But like with Ashe, is quick enough to give in and actually very desperate for any kind of interaction. Any kind of attention from any of ehr family members is quickly soaked up if presented strongly enough; loves her mother and siblings for each and any of them.

Even so, slowly succumbing to the monotonous and grey routine her life has become; her excitable and interested attitude has somewhat withered away - still, refusing to give up hope on something changing eventually entirely. After all, is very aware her family does love her, as she does too.