Phoenix Maplewood after dusk

Faster, she commanded.

Further, she pleaded to her body.

Harder, her will came to be.

Like a shadow, her figure haunted the forest. She remained in the history, protecting, guarding, and hoping. There was no praying, and there was no pleading to the sky, there was only self-reliance, and patience. Her body wisped between through the trees, a tongue lopped to the side as Desdemona heavily panted within the forest. She started in the morning, and urged herself to run, run far, and run free. Run within the snowy forest, and bury herself within this training.

She remembered the cougar, and how she wasn't fast enough to dodge the hits. How she didn't see the first strike come forth, and how she was knicked on the face. It was so small, that it wasn't even noticable alongst the fae's slender fur, but it was enough to hurt the pride she had. She trained long and hard, to be a warrior. She gained what she thought was to be an elite, to be a guardian, but even then, her Father said it was not enough. So she switched, by his suggestion, in that hope to be recognized for her efforts. Speed, and so speed was her gain. But even then, she couldn't completely slide from the feline..

Run, turn from the tree's, and loop in a circle. Desdemona ran and made those quick turn around the tree, but the ground was filled with ice and snow, and was not sturdy enough for a good jog. So she slipped, as a turn came to a failure, and the dark bastard slammed into a tree.