Dunking her head and swirling it about for a moment to wash the remaining soap off she then shook her dripping mane from her eyes before she looked up to the sky above.
"many years ago before you were born I'm sure our stories were not so different. My own family was slain. I lost my mother, my father, and my brother in one fell wave of destruction. My own rage and guilt drove me to loose the rest. My herd, my home, and my purpose to travel down a dark path. The dark path of revenge.
Every kolona and skinwalker I came across I killed regardless of age or demeanor. I gave no mercy and took their lives not caring for the well being of anyone's even my own mind, soul, or body. My only desire while I searched for the ones who I thought had ruined my life was to destroy.
They were all the same to me I wanted them all dead.
Eventually after much searching I fought and killed the two of them but not before they almost killed me. Worst of all My face-" she paused looking down at her reflection "My once beautiful face was the most destroyed by their horns, fangs, and sharp cloven hooves. Before I collapsed in a feat of final rage I pulled the kolona males head from the rest of his body and tossed it into a nearby swift moveing stream.
As I lay unconscious for how long I do not know the fish and water of that stream cleaned that skull until it was just pearly white bone.
Eventually My now teepee mates found me and did what they could to heal me the rest patched up fairly easy thanks to my armor taking a lot of the damage but my face was far to damaged to heal on it's own. So they did what they had to do. Unknowingly They took that skull from the stream the object of my hatred and made it into a crude mask so my face could heal around it. Like a forever bandage. By the time I woke it was too late the mask was fused with my flesh and bone.
Since then I've spoken too healers about it's possible removal but even the most skilled deny my request.
In a way the damage I did to my soul during those dark days now shows on the outside for all to see. So Instead of the affection and acceptance I used receive due to my good looks despite the darkness welling within me. I now to work 10 times as hard for half the acceptance. Though admittedly it's no less a punishment than I deserve." she finished. Though secretly she felt the pain of looking at the stallion she loved being with other more beautiful mares to be more than anyone should ever have to bare.
"I tell you this more as caution than anything because I see none of the true hate that raged within me in you. It's just I wouldn't wish this on anyone with as much goodness as you clearly have."
Her sincerest wish was that lissa would forget the past and live a normal and happy life without vengeance but the truth was she knew that wouldn't happen.
(( sorry totally spaced this! I'll drop the clues in the next post.
Posted this from my phone I'll fix the errors and lack of Bolding for when she speaks when I get the chance.))
