Listen to http://www.listenonrepeat.com/watch/?v=xAQ79nXsRDA while reading, wait till it starts playing - let it buffer first for a clean play through if your webs are slow. I listened to it while writing. It's important for the feels. Also, I mseed up anatomy, yes. I will fix. some day...

The wind was chill, and the sound of the wind whistling through tall, timeless, silver-needled pines was like a soft, longing music. Snow danced about in the sky, tumbling and playing through the pine branches as it fell swirling in graceful pirouettes to the cold earth, where it fell and lay… Still… Peaceful, and undisturbed… The worries of the world did not touch this sanctuary. Only the soft sound of heavy paws padding over the fresh layer of virgin snow rung softly in the echoing woods, as a massive beast strode through her domain.
Her body was long and lithe - her form elegant and her movements like water, flowing with ease through the familiar undergrowth. A thick, plush pelt of royal purple hue coated lean muscles, and a forest green mane trailed down her back from her neck to her flank. Glinting ivory sabers poked out from her black lips hanging below her jawline, and a dark pink nose sat underneath two brightly glowing blue-white eyes; the most captivating feature of the beast. They were aged, wizened, and seemed ever pained as she looked out through the trees with a half-lidded, weary gaze.
As she moved onwards, she seemed to slow and her steps began to drag more and more until her claws left drag lines in the snow behind her, and her long tail left a trail between the marks from sliding across the snow. She reached the edge of the woods and peered between the trees, to the large expanse of water perhaps fifty feet from the tree line. Ice grasped the edges of the lake where the water was most shallow, holding prisoner any tiny creatures that may have otherwise escaped. She sighed lightly – her breath coming from between her lips in a fog of white, rolling upwards and slowly dissipating. The wind blew once more, singing soft melodies of the cold in her long, delicately pointed ears. Slowly, she began to walk once more. A gait of weariness, that brought her slowly to the edges of the cold lake.
As she got closer, a purple mist began to overcome her. It enveloped her, rising and giving form to the body of a tall Elven woman – as elegant now as in her beast form and wearing only a loose silver and black gown that was simple in design and reached down to her bare feet. Her skin was a pale, moon-kissed blue and her hair was long and dark. Her features were pointed and set evenly on her face, with a slightly longer nose and plump lips of a deep lavender color. Her slightly pointed almond eyes remained stunning - a soft white color with a blue glowing iris and pupil. The tired eyes looked over the lake, sitting calmly on her stoic face. She reached her left hand up to her face and trailed the ugly scar on her neck that reached from the bottom of her lips to her shoulder on the left side, feeling the familiar grooves and reminiscing longingly.
‘How obscure I must seem,’ she pondered, “to all of my friends. All of the people who have done so much for me.’
Her long fingers stopped near her collar bone and she cast her head to the side as her long Elven ears heard something approaching. She did not flinch, though. Nor did she turn. She simply looked and waited, as a large stag with sickly black fur trotted out of the woods. His eyes shimmered a ghastly green color and his antlers were splintered and brown. Behind him came a doe – her fur green tinted and her eyes black. Behind her, a fawn trotted; pale and slightly green, with orb-like yellow eyes. They turned in synch to look at her briefly, and then resumed their voyage – lowering their long necks to the edge of the lake when they reached it, and pushing the ice aside to drink.
‘And what, ‘she silently asked herself, ‘would they think of me if they could see me now…?’
Out loud, she spoke - as if to the deer. Her voice was soft, strong, and gentle like a song and a fog of white escaped from her lips as her breath hit the cold air. “What would they think of me? What would they think I am?”
She turned on her heels and the purple mist enveloped her once more, as she took the form of a beast again. This time though she ran – straight to the heart of her woods. Her chest heaved as she broke out into a clearing where a ring of glowing fungus grew. A small gap in the growth allowed her to enter at a trot, and she panted slightly as she came to the center of the circle, tipping her nose back to the sky and looking at the grey overcast. Snowflakes fell about her face, and she closed her eyes and imagined they were the whispers of her friends becoming tangible. She could feel the ever-so-slight tapping, as the flakes would touch her pelt, face, or nose and slide down onto the ground. After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked to the ground. She took a calming, steadying breath in – held it – and slowly let it out. Her breath shimmered with purple and black sparks, and they fell into the ground, creating a violet glowing ring of runes about her. She slowly laid herself down, curling up loosely with her chin laid over crossed paws so her sabers didn’t hit the ground. Her tail curled about her daintily, and she rested… For the first time in a very, very long time. Her body sighed with relief as her muscles ached and her bones creaked in the cold.
She was no child and time was beginning to wear on her. So many things had happened in all these years to wear her down slowly to this point, where she felt weak simply from existing. She had failed so many times in so many things and her successes were few and far between. She had lost her dearest friends, or they were missing. Her loved ones had all been ripped away from her, and her heart had been savaged many times by the losses. Even now, she had no idea if her son Kuriin was alive or not. She could not sense him and had not seen him in such a long time… But so worn was her heart from aching, her legs from walking, and her mind from worrying, that she could do nothing now but lie down, and give up. It was time to admit it to herself. Everything she loved; it was all gone.
Her gently glowing blue eyes felt heavy as her brow fell down above her lids, weighing them low. She peered through, into the distant deep of the forest past the ring of protective magical mushrooms… And she felt herself begin to cry. Tears welled in her eyes and her vision blurred. A lump came up in her throat. Her body tensed and began to shake. Her breath caught in her chest, and her ears drooped to the sides.
Out loud she said it; her tone definitive.
“Everyone is gone. I am alone once more, and there’s not a damned thing I can do about it.”
She closed her eyes tightly and felt the tears pour fourth, opening them and blinking heavily as the liquid rolled down the fur on her cheeks in silver-blue lines.