OOC here.
Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who loved her daddy very much and believed that he would never ever hurt her. But over time life destroyed her pretty views and her innocent dreams, twisted her soul and her mind. Her perfect charming daddy turned out to be the monster that he was supposed to protect her from. Still through it all she retained her fabled beauty, the face that men had fawned and fought over. Only now that beauty was gone, torn from her by the cruel dark being that had destroyed everything she had worked towards. Her bandages had come off now and for the first time she saw the true extend of the damage inflicted upon her by Liam.
Only an inch or so of her left ear remained, its edge jagged and the wound an angry red beneath white fur. The left side of her face was a horrific mass of scarred skin and tattered fur, only the slimmest of margins had saved her eye but there was no help for the contours of her face, the claw marks disfigured her beyond repair. Horror and disbelief shone in her sky beam gaze. Why. She was destroyed all over again. Her remaining ear was limp against the crown of her head and said head was lowered.
Her lids fluttered closed and the Sawtooth woman held back her choked sobs just barely but the heaving of her shoulders gave away what she wouldn't let break free. The only thing she had to be proud of... was gone. What use was she now? Who would love someone so marred. Matteo had left her for a reason, maybe now only her outside reflected her scarred inside finally. The world could see the damage. Anger welled up inside of her, what had she ever done to deserve this!? Who had she offended, what could she have possibly done to be given the life she had been. The Great fire burned not feet away from her but its warmth was shallow, its light muted. She stood up suddenly as though in strength but found she had none to keep herself up.
She crumpled to the floor and her sorrow burst free. The gasping breaths that shook her slight form were vicious to her, hurting her broken ribs even more. Her weight on the fractured wrist was painful. The suffocating cloud of her depression descended and smothered her. Who was she anymore? She was nobody.
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