Among the drying leaves long dead and the fresh sprouts of grass lay a woman, skin white like an albino. Only the pointed ears and the queer dark green markings said this was no woman after all. A demon? A spirit? She lay utterly naked and prone on the cool Earth, dirty but mostly unharmed. Alive and breathing, unconscious. No part of her, unquestionably due to her nudity, was left untouched by the tattoo-like green markings snaking around her. Her nails and lips were dark, perhaps black. The cool night wind picked up to brush through her long silvery-gray hair - as was the same with any hair on her body, gray and thin and soft and almost translucent - moved it to cover her shoulder and part of her face. She looked as though she'd been just dumped there, dropped from some uncaring hand and left the way she landed. Only cruelty would have twisted such a thing as this. The woman-like creature had dropped from exhaustion. The light shifted through the brush, the figure there pushed itself upright and looked about, the pointed ears back. Soon she was able to see again, as her vision had gone blurry just before she had fallen. Propped up from behind by her hands in the slightly muddy dirt, she stared with her head back limply at the canopy, very little sky showing through, very little to see in the black. She heard something coming from a distance and turned her aching head slowly to see. She was still dazed, still blurry eyed, still unaware. The noise revealed itself - just a deer, which quickly dashed away at the sight of her, as though it knew what she really was even in this form. She lifted her arm from the mud and thought about it for a moment, her mind clearing in a bout of realization, she remembered what had happened to her. Her hand flexed like it never had before. There was nothing normal about this movement, that she could lift her arm enough for her to see it easily. See the mud dripping off the white skin. Eventually she made her way to looking down at her body. No fur. She touched along her stomach and sides with her fingertips and gave herself chills. She remembered now. She remembered... The creature had run for hours and hours, trying to escape her cage, her captor, the ones that had been afraid and then terrifying in their rebellion to her presence. She had not meant to harm them, she had given them all the indications she knew of to show them she was not a threat. But they had thrown stones at her, chased her with fire until she had disappeared into the trees. But she hadn't stopped running. Some part of her knew deep down that she couldn't stop running, or something terrible would happen to her. More memories of the past twenty-four hours berated her mind, making her shake in remembrance. Realizing she was panicking she hugged her knees awkwardly to her chest, and breathed until the shaking of her body stopped. After sitting in silence for a few moments, she wobbled up onto her long legs, still unsteady when she was only standing on them, as though unable to keep proper balance. The creature began to walk then, carefully, as though every step was brand new, like a newborn child. She did not feel the forest floor, her feet had gone numb to the roughness of it. She was not used to such delicate, unprotected skin. For the first time in her life she felt like something was missing, but she did not know what. She was so hungry, that it was hard to think clearly. It had been days since she had eaten well. Days she had waited in that cage, only to awaken as something... she knew not what. She had not been able to smell her pack since being taken, and had given up hope long ago of finding them. Instead, she wandered the forest, searching for anything that she might recognize as help, or familiar. She did not trust her body enough to try and catch prey, but she didn't know what else there was to eat. The sun was beginning to rise in the Eastern sky when she came to the edge of the treeline yet again, but in a completely new area. She realized it was not the same, it did not smell the same, but upon seeing the similarity of the buildings and houses before her in the distance, she hesitated. Would she be greeted with the same kind of fear and reproach as the last time she had come to one of these places? Yet, this was the only place she knew to go to. It was the only place she had ever seen creatures walking on two legs as she did, using their hands as she did. Hesitant, but resolved, she came closer to the village before her, her distress growing as she approached. Her decision to do this wavered as she saw her first villager, and her instincts took over. She turned and ran to the nearest tree, hiding behind it as much as she could, warily peeking around it. She did not know if she had been noticed, but she hoped she hadn't. Perhaps she didn't need to interact, perhaps she could just sneak in and take some food, then leave like a guilty pup breaking the pecking order.