Lost Creek Hollow Violar [m]

Once he had finished with her, he left her in the dirt for a while and washed himself again. He had decided on how she was beautiful. Because her body was certainly something that had been exhausted by life. The scars and the tragedy were written across her flesh, as if they did not already glisten in her wrathful eyes. Juárez had decided that she was not beautiful in the way most men desire women. 

She was not starlight. 

She was a fallen star that had burned up. Leaving a wretched little husk masquerading as fire. 

And she had fallen far enough that Starclan could not reach her here.