this place was calling my name

The delicate Moon Child had found her place. Blackfeather Woods. It was like heaven to her, though to others it was looked as hell. The darkness made her shiver in joy rather than horror. It made her quiver in honor rather then cowardice. This was where she belonged. This is where she would thrive. This was the perfect place for the Moon Child. A place where she had not to worry on behavior to others. Only to her queen, the Brotherhood, and herself. Anyone else she would not respect nor tolerate.

She rested by the foot of a tree and looked up at its branches. They seemed to be laughing with madness. Their branches were sprawled and the leaves shook wildly. The girl closed her eyes and breathed in the air. This was her new home. This was her turf.