even if it takes all night, or a hundred years

The days had grown long, and the nights even longer. It seemed she could not rest, not since the night she took her beloveds life. He was never like that, he never got physical with her. They were doing so well, she was so head over heals and she thought he was too. But someone in love like that would never hurt the one they love, not on purpose, not while she was carrying their children . . . Oh, those children. She weapt for days, weeks even for her lost children and her mate. Now she was all alone, the fire had burned away everything around her and spared her. What all she had was reduced to ashes and it was all because of her own emotions.

The dimming nights were never of any use to her anymore, she was always lit ablaze down her spine. As she padded through trees she feared she'd catch them on fire as she did everything else anymore, thankfully she didn't. The only place she thought of that seemed safe for her and everyone else was the already charred Ashen Woodlands. There was no other place for her here, not if she couldn't tame her emotions. As she stepped into the charred grounds, her feelings only turned to loneliness once more. The silence was unbearable to her ears. She felt her eyes begin to tear up as she walked faster, her flames dimming.

Her silent sobs only came to a stop as she had noticed she wandered right up to an either dead or sleeping man with wings. She sniffled, cooking her head to the side. Her flames grew a little brighter as she neared him quietly, nosing at his cheek. "Hey, hey . . . Are you okay?" She asked softly, her hopes for maybe not being alone tonight finally took over as she looked on his gentle face. He seemed beaten down, and pained by something but she couldn't tell what. He was noticeably attractive nonetheless, a small smile pulling at her wet cheeks. She nestled down in the burnt soil around him, hoping he was okay and awake. "Hello? My names Soliel, are you alright?"

soliel;