Her trauma and guilt of living where others may have not caused Danya to flee
from her family. She became untamed and a lone wolf. She did not long for a
pack or long for the surroundings of others. The forest gave her comfort where
society no longer gave her a sense of security. Trust was hard to build up now
for her around others since she trusted someone and they broke it. No, it was
not just her but the family as a whole and that trust broke completely as if it
was glass shattering.
The
beauty built her own cabin in the middle of the forest, planted the garden, and
everything else that was needed to create her own little oasis. This provided
her with a safe place where she could live without worrying about others.
However, this did not stop the urge to hunt or simply cause a little bit of
chaos. Now, though she lived deep within a forest that was named, “The Cursed
Woods” or “ The Forgotten Woods”; Danya was not far from a village. She made
sure to know all the routes to the village for when she had a need that only
one village could provide. But it was mostly for the fact that she wanted to
cause trouble for the village. In her mind it was keeping her trained and
keeping them on their toes so that others would never trust or get hurt as she
had.
Preparations:
The
truth is that Danya never really planned her visits to the village. They are
always a spur of a moment type of thing. Which is what happened one foggy day.
Upon waking up in her cozy little cottage, Danya decided to go into the village. She thought it would be
a good day to cause some chaos. After all, she had not been there for some time,
and her senses were tingling that the villagers had forgotten about her. Danya began
her day gathering up firewood to have a small little fire before heading out to
the village. She wanted to have a small breakfast and gather her thoughts before
planning her day within the village.
Slowly she pulled on a small sweater, walked outside, and began to chop wood. It
was a simple life but one that she was
happy to forget the past from even if she knew that she had family out there. She
had been fully accustomed to being an untamed wolf. She was fully aware that
she would be considered a loner or unable to be controlled, and she liked that
part. So, the untamed wolf began to chop her way through a pile of wood and
began to become loss in her own mind. Splintering noises began to fill the
forest that surrounded her small little cozy cabin. Thump, snap, and splintering
noises of the wood followed filling the forest.
Trauma that binds: Cabin in the woods, a familiar presence{Storyline with Kensington }
Trigger warning: This roleplay involves themes of abuse, slavery, and trauma. Reader discretion is advised. )
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People or at lot of people tend to always bring trouble for Danya. This was why she wanted to be away from everyone. It was safer to be alone and at least alone, she would not have to worry about those she cared for to be hurt. That is the fancy thing when someone causes harm to another, it is not always just bruises or scars. The hurt can go much deeper than that and even cause the person to change how they live or act forever. Trauma is a powerful thing and not just something someone can get over in such a short time. Danya had many things that caused her not to be able to sleep at night or wake up screaming.
Where fire used to bring some comfort after all people gather around fire, but now it just brought back painful memories. Just the smell of burnt wood seemed to make her be on high alert, yet here she was chopping away. Just because pain came from fire didn’t mean she needed to be cold. Danya almost became lost in her thoughts each time she chopped wood or gathered it. She liked to listen to the splintering sound that the wood made as it split from the crack down of the axe. The Mysterious Beauty enjoyed the sounds that the forest made and came from the forest. The smallest animal to the biggest and each had their own sounds, scent, and movements. Danya knew everything about the forest down to how each tree sounded when the broke or had a twig snap from the larger branches.
The wind blew gently in her face causing her face to feel the cold, but it was a scent that was not from the forest that caught her attention. The Mysterious Beauty slammed the axe hard into the wood she had sitting up which caused it to split from the force. She turned her attention in the direction she smelled the scent and felt there was someone or something that was not from the forest.
Danya could not put her finger on it or her senses, but the scent smelled familiar. It was more than familiar, it was ken. No one knew she was out here from the family or those close to the family. “Hello?” she said in a calm tone. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other for a moment. She was on alert as she walked to the edge of a group of trees covered in snow. “Is anyone there?”
