Blackfoot Forest it's gonna be a long night

@Midar <3

It was black as pitch when the girl prowled into the forest - unafraid of the darkness. 

Sharp claws pricked at the sensitive flesh between her shoulder blades, the weight of the bird shifted with her steps but the witch displayed no outward sign of discomfort. Detached, mismatched eyes scanned the tangled undergrowth for despite the silence of her steps - she's not so foolish as to truly believe she's alone in this forest. It seemed to breathe with a dark aura, and a shiver traveled down her spine though not from fear. 

With a harsh noise, the midnight girl dislodged the rider from her back. Iere took to wing with a disgruntled quork. A few soft flaps of dark wings and the witch found herself in silence with her thoughts. 

Her wandering path led her to what appeared to be the heart of the forest, at the center of the snaking black branches lay a bleeding heart of red and pink roses. The moon's light washed them out, turned them muted hues of greys and whites and blacks - all the colors of truth. 

Mati trailed through the blooms, deftly avoiding the thorns that snaked over the worn path, and came to stop amongst a cluster of roses. She curled her small frame within the flowers' embrace, feeling - childishly - that she might be sheltered from the world there.