TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — //you don't have to match muse! + reposted b/c i accidentally screwed up with the fancy whoops
All her life, she had never thought about joining a group. She had raised herself for a large majority of her life, her parents too narcissistic to bother with their daughter. It stung her, pierced her deep in the heart.
So she studied.
She studied herbs, medicine. When out for walks, she would find hurt woodland creatures, and heal them back to normal. She knew every herb and its use, various mixes of herbs, and even came up with her own special recipes to deal with a wide range of things. The girl took her time finding herbs, and keeping them hidden from her abusive parents. She knew that if her parents ever hurt her, tried to kill her like they had in the past, she could heal herself.
She had to get away.
On a night where thunder roared through the sky and lightning threatened to destroy everything in its path, the girl ran away. She took her herbs and her little satchel and ran. Far, far, far away from her parents. She was a youngster at the time, but knew she would not live much longer if she stayed where she was. And so, she took off. It didn't matter where she went, so long as she got away from the hurt, the heartache, the abuse.
From there, she grew up alone. Isolated. In an abandoned cave, she tried to get her senses together. She had no clue where to go, what to do. What her purpose was in life. Her parents were gone. Erased from her memory. But as she spent months alone in the cave, she thought, There have to be others like me. Others who are suffering the same fate I once did. Others who cannot heal themselves the way I did.
I am one of the lucky ones. But some are not as lucky.
It was then on that the girl set her sights on a new goal: protect those who cannot protect themselves. Teach others how to heal like she did when she was abused. And so, that is what she did--even long after she became an adult. She resided in a secluded part of the woods, gathering creatures and holding medicine classes and self-defense classes. Each creature left happy and a bit smarter than they had anticipated. Some had even gifted her with shelter, prey, herbs. Even families. Each gift the girl denied, stating she did not want gifts. She was doing this as a courtesy, out of the goodness of her own heart.
The rainbow-colored winged kitsune took to the skies, satchel looped around her side. Perhaps, in this changing world, it was best to head to a group. One that would also protect her, in exchange for her helping them. She did not know much about groups--she knew names and ranks, but not faces. That would change, as she lowered herself down to the border and tucked her wings in. From a distance she could see statues, but she couldn't make out who they were modeled after nor if anything was written on their pedestals. Her nine tails, adorned with the colors of the rainbow (and black and white, for the other two tails), moved back and forth as she let out a soft hum, awaiting the presence of another to greet her.
"speech"
