Foreign Guest | Sebastian x Reader ♡ [[DISCONTINUED]]

Prologue

It wasn't before long until the last drop of blood spilled across the moon. 

Only once before it occurred when the blood moon came to rise out from the midst of night. A pair of (e/c) eye's agape and a young woman awakes from her deep slumber. She arises from the ground while taking a second to stretch. Slowly making her way out from the cave that she has marked as her home. Those (e/c) eyes no longer hold onto its natural color but simply shown into a fierce bright pink.

She scanned over before her and began to run as fast as she could throughout the vacant forest. Dodging every branch and hopping over every rock that lay forth in her way. Nothing could stop her from running as fast as her legs could carry for that was one of her many strengths of being a witch. 

She had passed the hollow tree where secret nothings whisper, made her way through the den where the wolves rest, and past the wild berry meadow until she reached a cliff where the waterfalls. Hopping down the cliff as her hair flew around in the breeze, landing swiftly on her toes.

 Sometimes, if she was unlucky with her landing... she would brush against the ground and scrape her knees. Sadly, she was unlucky today but for a reason.

As she rose from where she had fallen the feeling of cold blood trickled down her chins onto the forest floors.

Though it never phased her, it would still attract the boars, foxes and even wolves to her. The creatures had always thought her blood was that of an injured rabbit because of how pure and fresh it smelled. But, she disliked fighting the creatures around her unarmed. Quickly using fresh water from the stream she washed the red liquid away so no predator would awake from slumber.

After, she began to climb the mountains all the way to the top where she could perfectly see the moon.

Once she had reached the top... she noticed it immediately that the moon was bleeding once again in a very long time. Causing her much grief in worry that only misfortune were to arrive. Once the moon sheds its rare crimson color only bad things are to come for her. After all, she is a skin-walker. In Navajo, skin-walker is another word for a witch and because she is a witch she is cursed with the misfortune that comes of the blood moon.

That is one reason why her landing was an unfortunate landing. But that was not the only misfortune to make its way into her land on that day.

The last time the blood moon occurred another tribe trespassed onto her homelands and wiped away everything from her right in front of her eyes. They took her fresh livestock to feast on, the children to train into warriors, the women to enslave and for pleasure, killed all of her men so no one would fight back, and lastly took their weapons and goods they spend long hours crafting. She only wished she could do something but she was not strong enough to take on hundreds of men alone. She was still a human-being besides being half monster.

That is the only path she may never outrun.

The cold reality of her past.

And on those unfortunate nights, the blood of the moon shed and also the pride of the skin-walker (f/n). Something big was coming...

Something else she can't escape.