How painful her existence in this world had been. Why she had chosen to bestow the mortals with her appearance slipped into her mind constantly.
There was a time she actually enjoyed their presence around her. She had disposed of her goddess appearance for the one she currently exhibited. The only traces left of her celestial being was the gold jewelry, her silky smooth black hair, her ethereal blue wings, and glowing blue orbs. Her markings, which glowed if she held a strong emotion, upon her soft orange pelt also signified she was not part of this world.
She knew many for they were her mortal friends and yet now that number had been shot down. Death claimed each and every one of them.
Her lesson: Life only existed to be distinguished.
Her sorrow for these creatures fueled her own enmity toward the world itself. It had once been pure and now as generations passed, corruption slowly began to take over. Her love for life extinguished with time and now she only looked upon others as if they were dirt. They would be soon enough anyways.
Death was always around the corner.
The goddess sighed as she looked at herself from the surface of the small lake. She had deemed this place worthy enough to be her home among the mortals. How mistaken she was to actually think this existence would amount to anything worth living for. Now she was living her punishment.
A small sigh passed through her maw as she allowed her glittering blue pinions to settle along her back. Another day of breathing in the tainted air and putting up with her horrible decision.
What exhilaration this was. Life, and to live it! 
