Blackfeather Woods lavender

@Astara

To say she is scared would be an understatement. Terror is still a big factor of her everyday life. A noise just a tad too loud causes her to flinch as if it is Him to come around the corner and end everything. All the threats to end her life, that she is not of use to Him, ring in her ears day in and day out. Even things He did not say come across in His voice and she struggles to find her true reality. Without her sight, she can’t look for Him. She’s long since forgotten what He looked like, lost in the trauma of their first encounter.
 
They are demons in you, she hears, ears flicking back against her head. She tries to shake the voice free but it inevitable, permanently dwelling inside her. She’ll give birth and He’ll return, slaughtering her where she lay and taking His prize with Him. The woman shudders at the thought, shaking out her fur and curling up as small as she could make herself, tucked away in the shadows of the glen.