Neverwinter Forest Sleep is a river

She had been praying for many nights, as hope was soon to be lost. A mistake of lust- the darkness had caught her, and fate had given it's role. She prayed for the forgiveness, and hoped for the Goddess to take away the darkness that held firm within. However the seed was planted, as she could feel it dwell within her stomach, churning for a release. 

Nay', was it a darkness? There was no answer to her prayers, for she could not tell the beings inside were of purity or of the dark ones. Innocent, yes, but does that mean she was too? Dwelling in misfortunate and depression, Miriam was at a lost. She had trouble survivng, being within this Pack and knowing what had happen. She met no one, and kept to herself, especially knowing she was a tainted being. She felt like one, as there was no direction to be given, only constant prayers.

Was that why there was silence from the Goddess?

May her lady please, respond. 

She avoided all, even the one who she felt conflicted. Did he protect her from what could be, or was he the one she should've been wary of? A man from the Horned God... A blessing or a curse? Even when he was near, she was at a lost to do, as a spiritless stare wandered to her own stomach.