☪ plotted wishlist. / @mossofash. ( remus lupin )
SHE HAD ALREADY CLAIMED THE WOODS AS HER HOME. it has been all that she has known for quite some time now, trees being the keepers of her secrets and the soil a pillow for her wary head. fleur grew to appreciate the solitude, the comfort of the trees. at least that is what she had told herself. there was no need for company when her mind kept her restless enough. a seer that resides in a cabin in the woods; something she would have read in a favored book.
it was not difficult to move in. the scene had come upon her during her last slumber, and thus sent her on a trek to find the run-down cottage. a haven for outcasts such as her. the first day had gone as expected ― uneventful. she had little belongings of her own, trinkets and the like, but she had been meticulous in her placements. she had the time, at least till she was dragged off on yet another suicidal endeavor.
the second, however, had woken her from a restless sleep.
she awoke to the light drizzle of rain, sheets soaked with her own perspiration. a howl had startled her ― another call, or simply a bad dream? she became possessed by the urge to watch the shroud of darkness that lay outside her cottage, paying no mind to the rain and the hair that stood on end. door swung open, dagger in hand, she was met with a sight: a matted, bloodied rabbit lay dead on her doorstep. an omen was the first that had come to mind, and she was quick to slam the door, the gift left to rot in the rain.
it continued.
several nights then, creatures of all kind were left to bleed out on her doorstep. progressively larger in size, she noted, some appearing less gruesome than others. with little choice, she ended up burying the small creatures, a few being placed beside blooming flowers as if to give their life meaning. fleur was raised to appreciate nature and it’s inhabitants. while left bewildered, her curiosity grew, yet her mind gave no explanation to these occurrences. it was not until a week or so of quiet that she was met with the truth.
yet again she was awoken by a howl, a pained one. as if routine ( by now it was ) she padded towards the door, startled to a full state of wake at the sight of a creature larger than life. a beast. a wolf, staring into her ― or through, she could not say. she did not feel the urge to flee, rather, to understand.
❝ hello? ❞
as if she believed the wolf would understand. the staring continued. frustration festered. the door slammed with no other words from the duath, who was quick to sink to her knees. the silence had begun to crush her, now she was imagining a wolf? a madwoman. just as they had predicted. she prayed to the maker for morning to rise.
