Scarlett Trivale
So try to love me
And i'll try to save you
Scarlett was still struggling to cope after the lose of her grandparents. She'd been living on her own for a while in Sacrosanct, away from them, but now she was truly alone. She'd never felt so empty inside before, her grandparents were her everything, they had raised her after the death of her parents and supported her even when things became difficult and she couldn't tell them about being changed into a creature of myth. Deep down she knew they wouldn't live forever, but their deaths had been so sudden and simultaneous that she had had no time to prepare emotionally. The Were was suffering immensely because of it, overtaken with sadness and disjointed from the world that continued on around her. She was one of the few of her kind without a pack and that had never been in a pack, and her friends list was small; she truly had nobody but herself, and as social as she was, it was killing her.
The meteorologists were scrambling to try to understand the strange weather patterns as of late. There should be no reason why it was raining as much as it was, but the truth was they had no idea of the magic at play. Her powers were feeding off of her sadness and creating rain clouds to personify her feelings; It didn't just seem like the weather was sad with her, it literally was her sadness. Once again it started to rain, not as heavily as it could be but enough to send people scurrying indoors. For awhile Scarlett had watched it from inside her small apartment, curled up with no desire to move or do anything what so ever, but eventually hunger took over and she knew she didn't have anything in her cupboards to eat. Atleast nothing that she hadn't been eating constantly for the last few days and grown sick of.
So she left her little apartment, forgetting to grab a jacket but the cold that she created was no colder than her mind. She walked through the city streets, the light rain dancing across her skin and almost soaking her before she got the food place she desired. Instead of eating inside where everyone else was, she opted to take her food back out into the rain, walking to a nearby park that was usually bustling with people, but on this day it was empty. She found a park bench that was covered by the foliage of a tree and helped block the rain from soaking her anymore. Her tiny form, shivering lightly, sat down, not on the bench, but on the table itself before she quietly began to pick at her food. While she ate, she tried desperately to stop the rain that she was unintentionally producing, but with her sadness still ever present there was no hope of that. All she could do was resign herself to this state until time healed her wounds and she was fully back to the cheerful and spunky girl she usually was.