~~My love a beacon in the night. My words will be your light to carry you to me. ~~



Age: 26

Sex: Female

Race: Wolf



Single

Sister to Anmeryn Eanes



Bio:



A voice could carry for miles depending on the silence of the atmosphere. The winds are calm and quiet and there is nothing in sight. Empty fields of dust and charred earth span for miles. A wasteland of nothing lied ahead.



The feeling of incredibly lonliness still lingered in her heart; the vast emptiness of what used to be her home was nearly unbearable. Lady had endured something that most people could not. The post-Apocolyptic desert that was once her small village still burned after the bombs dropped two years ago. She had emerged from her shelter, her hand covering her eyes from the unfamiliar sun. Being five years old with nothing left was a hard thing to do. Only a handful of her family had made it into the shelter on time.



Raigel, Sirius, and Tiagar, who cried in his mother's arms, emerged afterward. Lucia, Lady's mother, turned and closed her eyes, tears streaking her face as a fine ash settled on her lashes. No one knew why it had happened, but they all knew that their lives had changed. Lady's father, Bagan, had been lost in the blast with the rest of her siblings: Leona, Jaegar, and Damien. Life as she knew it had completely changed. It also completely changed her...



Two years went by, the family had been barely surviving. Lady, being the second youngest of the family, was assigned to the task of scavenging. She dug through the scorched rubble of an old building which sagged, close to collapse. Sillhouettes of people long dead still lingered on the walls, most on their knees and holding hands. Tears would streak her dusty face, the pain of losing it all had swelled inside of her every time she saw the sillhouettes. She didn't dare to touch them as they almost kept her company. She only wished she could reach into the boards and take their hands as well, longing for comfort from her silent misery. Lucia had remarried during this time to a man who had also survived the blast. The man, an angel from the Heavens, cared for and protected the family to the best of his abilities. Lucia soon had become pregnant with Lady's final Sibling, Anmeryn.



On one unusually cold afternoon, when Lady was sixteen, she could be seen rummaging through various trinkets that survived the large blast. The sun was just beginning to set and the moon was rising into the sky. She smiled very softly, pulling a half-scorched poetry book from underneath a blackened bed, the sillhouette of a huddled family on the sheets.



One poem in particular stood out from the rest, for reasons she did not know.



" Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight.." - Omar Khayyam



The rest had been burned away. She tore the sheet from the book, setting it in her pocket before wandering back outside into the night.



Suddenly, everything had gone black.



Awaking in the middle of the camp, Lady could feel her head pounding. Her eyes lifted from the dirt below to the "house" her family lived in. Blood had been streaked across the doorway. The stench had stung her nose, her tongue was sticky and she could taste metal. As she rose from the ground, she gasped in horror at what she saw. The bodies of what appeared to be her family lied in a corner nearby, torn and tattered. Tears spilled over her cheeks and onto the ground. When she looked down to examine the ground around her she noticed it was coated in blood, the tears which fell from her cheeks also tinged red from her face.



That is when she decided to run.



For years she ran. She ran from what had happened, from Slavers, Monsters, and from herself. She ran from her lonliness in the night and she ran from her fears in the daytime.



Years later she settled down in a small town just outside of an oasis in the wastelands. She had heard tales of two boys whos family had been slaughtered by their sister. Lady could only cringe at the story, knowing the truth behind it all. She found peace in knowing that Tiagar and Raigel got away safely, but she didn't know what had happened to An. She only hoped she got away safely, since she never did find her body, either.



Deciding to leave her homeland and venture to what most called "Paradise", Lady left the Wastelands. She wandered for several more years before the grass had begun to sprout beneath her feet, the trees showing color other than black. Sillhouettes no longer appeared on the walls of broken buildings. She had found where destruction ended and civilization began.



Nowadays she had conquered her mutated Werewolf form, using the ability to shapeshift into whatever form she desired. The moon still effected her body violently, but she took care to avoid it. She had tried love, but she didn't understand it completely. She was confused at the idea of companionship and loyalty. Though, she was beginning to understand it as time went by...



The pain of her past still lingers deep within her heart, burned into her soul to live with her forever. Her mutation has caused her body to age quite slowly, nearly stopping a few years after she had hit puberty. She knew deep down she was doomed to walk the Earth alone for an eternity to pay for what she had become.



Though she now had friends, family, her youngest sister back, and a lesson in love she holds close to her heart, she still felt the cold fangs of lonliness clenching her soul. Eternally cursed to continue life with a severe weight upon her shoulders, Lady continues to wander the Earth in search of something she cannot find.



A severe emptiness with which no one else could be seen. A Darkness with which no beacon could shine through. A lonliness which no one could comfort.



She would sigh on occasion and pull from her pocket a worn sheet of scorched paper. With a smile, she silently read..



" Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night

Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight.."



A pain which will never end. Lady Zero would awaken to life, love, and happiness momentarily. Then, as quickly as the comfort had come, the bowl of night would cover her heart once again, locking her emotions away.