Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

For @Gristle :)

Through the dark woods she moved like a coming storm— slow, and deliberate, and twice as indifferent. The black tar pits that were her eyes seethed from a would-be innocent face, and if not for the branding scars and perpetually terrible grimace, she might've fooled someone who didn't know a viper when they saw one. Even the night in all its shadowy legions could not swallow her whole, and Furiosa, who knew it was not her beauty that would vanquish her foes, walked with a rigid pride that bespoke she was aware of her own resilience.

She spied a star here and there as she looked, but the clouds and the canopy voided most of the light that would exist there, and she was left only in the company of crickets and rumbling belly as she searched for a spot to occupy the night through.