King Elk Forest We can't all be the prom king!

I repent and repent.

Ah, she did not do that enough. "As have I." Her words but a whisper. No, she could never repent enough. She was born a curse, her fate was set before she was even opened her ruby tintd eyes. There was no repenting to these deerkin, there was nothing she could do to be accepted by them. They would see her as a witch, an abdominal creature that was a threat to their society. 

"You could try, Eadwulf." She spoke with a smooth and gentle voice as she began to turn away, she walked slowly away from him as he teeth mad themselves known but before she vanished she threw another string of words that held a form of laughter without actually laughing.

"That's the thing about us, the cursed.." It was the reason they were feared, the reason she was feared. "We don't die easily." at that she moved further away, vanished unless stopped.