Blackfeather Woods damage (pt. 1)

@Abraxas and @Snake

Part of her was pleading for her to turn around and run, find safety and rest. But for Charlotte, sensibilty was never and option; not when the much more curious parts of her mind were racing a mile a minute. The borders were marked in blood, clear as day, a scent that the young woman would never forget. She was careful not to overstep the border, no matter how badly she longed to know what lie beyond on the pungent line. 

Charlotte wasn't much a fan of the darkness looming over her, but it gave the scene an eery feel; one that interested the youthful harlot.