Being on her own since she was
fifteen, Raven learned quickly that she had a way of getting what
she wanted and needed in this life: simply by her looks and her
seductive smile. She traveled from place to place, dancing and
singing and breaking many a heart. Her own heart safely locked
away in a gilded cage of her own making. She needed no one to
survive, and she did quite well on her own.
One night, after fleeing from an over zealous lover who had plans for a future she did not want, Raven slipped into the woods and became lost. Hearing the sounds of a battle nearby, she looked around and spotted a suitable tree, which she quickly climbed. Positioned as she was she was able to see the source of the noises she had been hearing, she closed her eyes, old memories flooding her making her sick to her stomach. She remained there, her eyes tightly shut, her hands over her ears, clinging to a tree branch as high off the ground as she could get, trying to drown out the sounds of a lycan battling with an unknown creature. When the battle was done and hearing the victory howl of the lycan, Raven clung to her post, grinding her hands into her ears to drown out the dreadful sound, unable to move.
It was not long before she heard the sound of someone approaching, her eyes still tightly shut she hoped she had not been seen. She willed herself to blend into her surroundings, like a frightened child she clung to the tree, eyes tightly shut, hoping that what she could not see, could not see her. A soothing voice bid her come down; she opened her eyes to see a handsome man with long red hair. He beckoned to her, but early on Raven learned to trust no man, and her natural instincts told her not to trust this one. At his promise to show her the way out of the woods she eased out of the tree, her fathers silver dagger carefully hidden within the folds of her gypsy skirts.
It was not long before the mans arrogance had her anger flaring and she refused his help and stormed past him, her anger drawing her magic, a strong wind began to rise around them. He grabbed her and she sliced his arm with her dagger, drawing his true rage. He gave her a choice of life as one of his kind or death. Raven being the survivor that she was, naturally chose life over death. His definition of life was that of a vampire/lycan hybrid. But he offered her more, he offered her a home and a family, something Raven had lost long ago and had missed dearly. This is the story of how Raven the Gypsy became Raven BlackRose.
If you'd like to read the full story of Raven's induction into the BlackRose Coven you can by clicking this link.
If you'd like to read the full story of how Raven finally accepted her wolf you can by clicking this link.
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The eyes are the windows to the
Come and let me look into yours.