Duck Lake I've grown tired of this body

Aerasha has never know what the concept of 'pain' was. She remembered children of her age would cry from minor injuries, or complain that it hurt; but even when she fell with a bloody nose, there was always a smile upon her face. There was times she could feel a 'pressure' across her skin, sometimes heating up, and growing cold, but pain..?

She didn't know what it was.. But somehow in the placement, the summer was always unbearable, and she had far more trouble then others would. Then the issue where her scars, never seemed to heal. Aerasha held some minor cuts underneath her plush coat, but the more obvious one was the marking stretched across her front. Because of what she is, it'll never go away.

Perhaps it was why she was such a strange girl with no fear- there was nothing to fear if she cannot feel the consequences.  Everything simply was a game.

The man starting to nip at her, and she felt the pressure landing upon, and a graze against her face. Her eye trinkled down to the faint line of blood forming-

How.. How dare he!

She clamped down onto the fleeting wisp behind, and bit at his tail. As pain was a mythical concept, she put all her force onto it,  not realizing that it may simple be the end, of what he had.