
{Marissa ~ Thorn ~ Moonhigh}
Marissa walked through the woods, her golden eyes scanned the trees for any bats that might try to get her. After running from her tribe, which was hidden in the mountains of Utah, she had wandered into somewhere that wreaked of life-like corpses. Her mother and father had warned her of creatures like this. Creatures that drank the blood of the innocent. Creatures that were not alive yet moved. The children had been told horrible, night-mare inducing tales, and she had been incredibly terrified for days after she had heard one story. The story of a young ware-wolf who had wandered into the vampire's territory and he had fallen victim to the bite of a vampire. Instead of turning into a vampire like humans would have, he suffered for three decades, wandering the territory with blood trickling from his neck. Now she wandered also, her footsteps barely audible.