Her trauma and guilt of living where others may have not caused Danya to flee
from her family. She became untamed and a lone wolf. She did not long for a
pack or long for the surroundings of others. The forest gave her comfort where
society no longer gave her a sense of security. Trust was hard to build up now
for her around others since she trusted someone and they broke it. No, it was
not just her but the family as a whole and that trust broke completely as if it
was glass shattering.
The
beauty built her own cabin in the middle of the forest, planted the garden, and
everything else that was needed to create her own little oasis. This provided
her with a safe place where she could live without worrying about others.
However, this did not stop the urge to hunt or simply cause a little bit of
chaos. Now, though she lived deep within a forest that was named, “The Cursed
Woods” or “ The Forgotten Woods”; Danya was not far from a village. She made
sure to know all the routes to the village for when she had a need that only
one village could provide. But it was mostly for the fact that she wanted to
cause trouble for the village. In her mind it was keeping her trained and
keeping them on their toes so that others would never trust or get hurt as she
had.
Preparations:
The
truth is that Danya never really planned her visits to the village. They are
always a spur of a moment type of thing. Which is what happened one foggy day.
Upon waking up in her cozy little cottage, Danya decided to go into the village. She thought it would be
a good day to cause some chaos. After all, she had not been there for some time,
and her senses were tingling that the villagers had forgotten about her. Danya began
her day gathering up firewood to have a small little fire before heading out to
the village. She wanted to have a small breakfast and gather her thoughts before
planning her day within the village.
Slowly she pulled on a small sweater, walked outside, and began to chop wood. It
was a simple life but one that she was
happy to forget the past from even if she knew that she had family out there. She
had been fully accustomed to being an untamed wolf. She was fully aware that
she would be considered a loner or unable to be controlled, and she liked that
part. So, the untamed wolf began to chop her way through a pile of wood and
began to become loss in her own mind. Splintering noises began to fill the
forest that surrounded her small little cozy cabin. Thump, snap, and splintering
noises of the wood followed filling the forest.
