Dance With the Dead (ghost love story) oc x oc

Prologue

Light footsteps could be heard throughout the dark and dreary forest, moving at a fast pace, as if they were running away from something. Leaves were crunching beneath bare feet on the damp forest floor. They were covered in mud, concealing the once pale, porcelain skin.

                The figure rushed by like a deer; with agility and grace. However that did not stop them from stumbling over overgrow tree roots, which were nearly impossible to detect in the dark.

                The agility of a deer is not the only trait that the figure had.

                She had  big doe, brown eyes that were almost as dark as the forest around her, long nimble legs that complimented her slim figure, and the freckles as of a fawn's were scattered all over her pale skin. Her round face, which was holding a look of fear and paranoia, shows her eyes to be wide and arch shaped eyebrows rose, as if she was caught like a deer in headlights. Rosy lips were parted, letting out fast erratic breaths, turning to fog in the cold night air. Deer shaped ears and round button nose had turned red from the stinging cold wind, causing her face to go numb, as the rest of her body as well. Her long dark hair, as the midnight sky, was flying around her wildly in the breeze that her running had created, making it seem as if she had antlers hovering around head like a halo.

                Yes, a deer is how you would describe Ivory. Beautiful, innocent, and gentile. Yet still hunted for and treated as a piece of meat that had no further use other than admiring her beauty, and what the body could give.

                One could say that what she is running away from is exactly that: a hunter, a predator who enjoys feasting on its prey. A predator that will hunt and hurt its next meal until it complies or dies, just to gain what it has to offer.

                As Ivory was running, that was all she could think about. Not the fact that her muscles were aching from running almost all night. No, the fact that she had, for the time being at least, finally gotten away from her 'predator', and how she never wanted to go back and be anywhere near them. Being fueled by her fear of being caught again, and the disdain she held towards the destination she was running from was what gave her the adrenaline to have gone this far. She must have been running for hours, and still she refused to stop.

Sprinting over puddles left by the rain from earlier that evening, she, being still distracted by her thoughts, accidentally lost her footing in the mud and began tumbling down, letting out a yelp. She tried to stop herself from falling face first by breaking her fall with her hands and knees, only causing said appendages to be scraped and bruised in the process. Despite having stopped her fall she wasn't able to hold herself up for long. Instead she released the weight she was holding up allowing herself to plop on the mossy and dirty forest floor with a heavy breath and groan, caused by the impact of her body meeting the ground.

Not being too thrilled to have fallen down, she however couldn't complain about her break from running. Letting out a long sigh, the adolescent forcefully heaved herself off the muddy ground and began dusting off whatever dirt and leaves she could from her arms, legs and her tattered black dress. After cleaning herself up as much as possible, the girl trudged towards a big fallen tree trunk and sat down for a much needed rest.

Once she had finally gotten her heart rate to stabilize, Ivory took the time to examine her newly acquired injuries from her fall. Her knees were all mud stained and bloodied where as her hands were comparatively cleaner. Only she was positive that she might have a sprained wrist and ankle. 'Wonderful,' the pale girl thought bitterly with a grim expression, rubbing her injured wrist.  'More wounds to add on a growing collection.'

Closing her eyes she relaxed her head on the bark of the tree she was leaning on, bringing her knees up to her chest, trying to warm up her bare feet and legs as much as her knee length dress would allow. Which wasn't much. So she rested her elbow length sleeved arms to rest, on top of her knees making them more exposed to the night air. She didn't mind it though, the cold. It made her feel nothing, numb, and she would much rather feel numb than feel anything at all.