Territory

The mountains ended up to be less abandoned then Vani had hoped for. So, she had moved away again, walking further towards the forest, hoping it was big enough for her to stay away from prying eyes.

There had been a little voice inside her mind, wanting her to try and talk to these people - she didn't know them after all, what if they'd react differently!
But truth was, that Shivani had only experienced the negative reactions in the past, and that was what she had learned to believe. Humans didn't like her. Found her dangerous. Scary.

Cursed.

With a sigh, the girl looked around her. There was no-one in sight. Hadn't been for quite some time. Good. With a long exhale, Shivani pulled the scarf from her horns and shoulders. Closing her eyes as she felt the fresh air going through it, a small breeze over her flame-like arms.

She couldn't really blame the people now, could she. If she'd been normal, and saw someone like her, she'd probably turn away too.

Vani froze when she suddenly heared a voice. For some reason, she hadn't noticed someone closing in. So, when the 'hey' was spoken, the girl tensed as she slowly turned towards the person.
Unsure what to do. Preparing herself for some nasty words - or worse.

'Those look so cool!' What? Shivani's brows furrowed in confusion as the man talked on. Asking her if she made them herself. "I - made them?" What the hell was he talking about? "I - no - they are not -" It would have been a better explaination, she now realised. At least for meeting people the first time - she could just have said that the horns, her arms, were fake.
Why hadn't she thought of that earlier? However, it was too late now, as it was clear that she - or nobody, in fact - had 'made' her horns or arms.

Vani swallowed the lump in her throat, instincts on high alert, waiting for a sign that she would need to run.