Blackfeather Woods only a madman likes the pain

this could actually be perfect!!

The girl lived within the shadows. Her face was not often seen, she didn't feel she had much to lose anymore, and frankly it had been the truth. Her beloved brother, taken from her, her mother she never knew. Her father ran off with her other siblings, choosing them over her. What was the reality of love? Of affection? And of care? It was all pretty abstract and so were her feelings for her older siblings. Damien promised to be in her life but as she expected she had not seen him afterwards.

Her so called sister, one self absorbed thing that seemed to know her way around magic or what ever the hell that was didn't even know how to talk to her. The girl was quite done with them both. Her eyes fell on her last brother. Cicero. He had always been good to her. Though she had little faith in him too. She studied him from the bushes, seeing how he worked that poison ivy. It stung. The girl knew this. It had not been the first time her brother had hurt himself. Had he?

She had recently mauled a lone stranger to death, hence her own scrapes and wounds across her body and with a nasty bite wound on her shoulder. Potema said he took care of it. Still, she wanted others to feel her pain, to have them endure what she had to endure her whole life. She liked to watch them in pain. She tipped her head, looking rather taken by her bloodlust. She shot forward to her brother. Though with little technique of fighting and stalking, she tired to lunge herself at him like a dark shadow separating itself from the larger body of shadows. Ready to give him pain too, the pain she was feeling all the damn time. Her maw opening and ready to clamp down on the skin over his romp, something that had been the closest to her, and maybe not to most logical place. But how would a girl without training know this?