Jade Fern Grove Stick a Needle in your eye son

White glazed paws with gray undersides traversed the lands. Small pink nose bent to smell the flowers. Long tendrils of unkept fur, though slightly becoming fell amongst her face. She tilted her head and looked around with cool grey eyes. So many greens. 

She made a pretty picture there, bathed in they dying light of the summer sun. White pearl gray drop in a sea of green. But there was an other wordly fire in her eyes. Eyes that met your own and told you, you were about to get burned. The scars that crisscrossed her small body, made you take notice. 

A woman meant for gentler things, but had lived a life of woe. Stirrings of darkness had touched her and left their mark.