iliana amaranth

She's habitually paradoxical, a parallel perpendicular;

Truth be told, animals did not scare her. Even with their sharp teeth and claws that were meant to maim. She always felt safe around animals, even the lion at the zoo did not send her gaze away. She snuck into his enclosure at night, no one saw her, she could be quite stealthy as a mouse when she needed to be. She saw how sad he was, she practically felt his heavy heart and it called to her. You see, Iliana was not a harsh soul, no, her soul is tender, even despite the cruelties of the world she could still see the good in it. But humans, they were the ones to make her leery, sent her heartbeat skittering wildly. Animals were hardly capable of being cruel, but people, yes, people were.

Like a creature of the woodland forest, she weaves in and out the forest's threshold, taking concealment within the thick conifer trees. She heard the lone sad cry of a lone wolf within that forest, she could hear its story spread across the land. If only someone took the time to listen. Iliana with that warm heart that cared for others, especially for the misunderstood creatures that lived within Sacrosanct. She felt a duty, a responsibility to them. Perhaps it was because she could understand them when others couldn't.

Like just a few days ago, a mother bear and her cub hanging out far too close to the park, their noses leading them to their food but also to their demise if human's caught sight of them. They would undoubtedly call their police or their hunters and they would shoot them dead. All because of a mislead fear. The poor protective mother bear was surprisingly reasonable even despite her initial rage. Mr. Crow had told her to not interfere, but Iliana could not just sit idly by. She had offered them the food, she always brought in plenty within her bag to share and then they were gone. She could hardly blame them for being hungry. The cub was reluctant to leave though, he rolled and flopped about wanting so badly to play. The blonde fae nearly doubled over in laughter at his flailing feet. If only the over protective mother let her play with the floofy black cub.

But her little stunt surely put her and her plans behind. She had every intention to add more gemstones to her collection, but this time, she needed something worth trading to pay for her rent for this month.

The trees had shed their leaves, and the forest had appeared so barren to the lush canopy she was used to. Tonight was so cold she could see her hot breath in the frigid night time air. She wore a faux fur parka, the comfortable jacket was a charcoal grey colour. It kept her feeling super toasty and snuggly within her jacket.

She was peering out from the trees watching the duo camping, drawing closer so carefully, but not too close. She had seen the woman wearing a pretty diamond necklace glinting from the crackling fire. She would wait until they fell asleep, she could sneak into their tent. That necklace could be enough. She didn't think she was stealing, no, she was simply borrowing, or so she told herself that. She never meant any harm, no, she couldn't dream of it!

The blonde fae crouched down, opening her knapsack to pull out a granola bar she packed for herself at the first feeling of hunger pangs. She opened it cautiously trying to not make too much of a crinkling noise. She shoved the wrapper in her pocket before taking a bite before drawing a little closer, by a few trees. That as when she saw a shadow leaning by the trees. How had she not seen him before She stood up, still chewing on the sweet, chewy treat. There was something ominous about him and she couldn't quite comprehend what he was intending to do watching the couple roast marshmallows. Maybe he really liked marshmallows? She wrinkled her nose, taking another bite.

Maybe she should avoid him, her inner voice thought. She knew there were bad forces out there, forces she could hardly understand. She trudges further into the forest to avoid, plus, she had a lot of waiting to do before they fell asleep. Maybe the creepy shadowy person would be gone too.

barefoot in nightgowns, that's how she dances in the rain;