(This is my first ever so don't hate too much just an idea I had in my head. Love me some Thrandy.)
"Great job y/n, like always you just had to go and screw up everything.." you mumbled to yourself as you stomped along the dirt path that cut through the forest. "Just once I would like to have a normal reason for ruining everything that was going so well for me." you whispered before taking a sip of wine from the small jug you had been carrying in your hand. What a sight you must really be right now you thought to yourself. Your black hooded cloak draped over your slender frame, pale blue silky shirt that tied at the back of your neck, and charcoal leggings. You had a simple pair of tan mid-calf boots, a brown leather satchel that hung off your left shoulder and the jug of wine tightly gripped in your right hand wearing a rather determined look across your face. You were down right sick of everything at this very moment in your life. Sick of men, sick of bad luck, sick of love and most of all sick of your stupid cursed self. The sun had set hours ago, even before you set foot in this dark forest, but that didn’t stop you from still continuing on this path. You took another large swig of the wine then placed it in the satchel as you came to eye a large fallen tree laying across the ground in front of you. "Oh joy another obstacle for me to deal with tonight, because I haven't had enough already." you grumbled as you walked along the trunk. The tree was leaning against another large looking tree so you figured might as well get off the ground now before it gets much later and more dangerous. You knew of the dangers that lurk in this forest, heard the stories of the spiders and Orcs that often consumed those who chose to enter, and of the Elves that call this place home. Those thoughts had crossed your mind half a jug of wine ago. You were not some simple mortal woman just wondering into a possible fate of death though, no you were so much more that just that. Yes you looked like a human woman, but looks can be a lie to anyone who looked at you. You were the epitome of beauty in every way, flowing chocolate brown locks that reached to your mid back, flawless pale skin, light blue eyes, deliciously pouty lips, and the body of a goddess. Just one little thing set you apart from the other mortal women, well the one of your many things that set you apart. Down your back you had what appeared to be two folded angel wing tattoos, they were magnificent in their detail, every little feather and crease present flicks of silver and black ran though out the design. They started between your shoulder blades and traveled down to your hips, where the last feather tips came to a end, a couple feather tips could be seen on top of your shoulders as well. Most saw them as just extravagant ink work and other then receiving the look of shock or a compliment about them no one knew the better, which you came to find out was better for you. The detailed designed were what had caused you so much hurt in your life and what has you currently walking deeper into a dangerous forest. The wings were more then mere ink, when you didn’t want them out they became the tattoos, but when you wanted they would emerge from your back with an astounding wing span of six feet and the silvery feathers with black tips would amaze anyone who saw them. Well that is what you thought, but in reality only you appreciated what a glory they were, all others were terrified and usually ended up calling you a monster or some creature thus ending up in you finding a new home, new lover, or in this particular case BOTH. Along with the wings you also had heightened hearing, quicker movements, and healing abilities. You could hear the smallest movement of leaves from meters away, could disarm a man and be pointing his own sword at him before he had a chance to swing at you, and if in the rare case you were injured you healed at an accelerated rate. Minor wounds would heal in seconds to minutes and more major ones in a few hours, though you had only been badly injured once and used that as a time line frame. The mortal women you appeared to be couldn’t have been farther from the truth and as much as you tried to be one the more you ended up failing.
Lost in your thoughts for a couple of hours and not really paying attention to where you were heading, you found yourself growing tired and looking for the best choice to get some sleep before continuing in the morning. It had become so dark this deep in the forest that it was hard to make out the branches and you had already slipped a few times, unsure if it was due to the amount of wine you had consumed or simply because you were beat from walking, you flopped against the middle of a large tree with a flat branch. With your back to the tree and legs out along the branch you opened your satchel and pulled out a small amount of bread and quickly devoured it. After finishing that and sipping a little more wine you went to put the small jug back in your bag but by mistake lost your grip on it and watched it fall into the darkness. "Shit!" You thought about going down to find it but the chances of getting it back in this black forest didn’t seem worth it. "Oh well, guess I'll be looking for that in the morning." you mumbled before yawning and pulling your hood up over you head. Trying to get as comfy as one can in a tree you pulled your legs to your chest and pulled your cloak completely around you then rested your right hand on your dagger concealed at your waist. You were slightly more drunk then you wanted to admit and you would definintly feel it in the morning but right now you just wanted to sleep. Slowly you fell into a sound sleep, thoughts of the day slipping from your mind allowing you to relax just a little.
