The droplets fell constant and streaked down Leonna's cheeks. It was but a moment in time that passed before she realized they were tears, her tears, streaking from the corners of her eyes as she stood solitary in the rain. She gave in to the emotion swelling in her chest and throat and started to cry openly, her emotion pouring out like the droplets from the sky upon her fur. Her life had not gone well, not even a semblance of peace or fairness in treatment. She was a trained assassin, born in a small town to parents of subpar education, in a minuscule country that was property of some larger force that shifted hands almost annually. The world did not care about this place, let alone ven k ow if its existence. A shadowy organization had nabbed her when she was a young teen, with fake promises of seeing a prosperous life in service of fair folk of the highest echelons of society. Instead she was boarded with other misplaced girls and boys, all to be used by this organization to further its shadowy grip and as entertainment for the elite. She had observed what was essentially indefinite servitude and quickly plotted to escape than to be used by horrible people as a plaything to be thrown away when broken. She had ended up instead in the care of someone who had been in her place many years before, and that someone sought justice for misdeeds done to them years prior. And like a parental figure they took her in and taught her how to be the deliverer of righteous fury to these vile people. She had done as her heart sought to do and was lost to the rage and disgust that she nearly became a monster herself. She knew there was no turning back, and no forgetting what she had seen, what she had done. So she continued living on this path without much thought beside asking if her quarry were unjust and thus deserving of judgement. She didn't know who lied or told the truth, but that if they were mixed up enough for her to hunt them then maybe there was evil everywhere. She reflected these truths in a pool of water that had grown as she pondered, and like her regret it would fill its space and overflow eventually. Leonna didn't want to be a monster, and her outer beauty was a cloak of her nature inside. She had met others who saw the world differently and had been through that which mirrored her own past, seeing that even though they were all on a dark path, they were all very much still people to some extent or another. The rain droplets would diminish in size and slow, the gray skies parting to beams of light, her sobbing slowing and sniffling stopping, there was always a ray of hope in the heaviest of storms. Maybe she could lay down her rifle, her reputation as "The White Death", if only momentarily, to seek those rays of light in the world.

This YCH was done by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/racerdragon/
(Lol, the OG post was listed as for someone else even though it was one of 5 I ordered that time and the other person has no character that looks like this)

On the animated base by: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/dauxycheeks

Leonna is Mine