[i]Before the war, around 300 years ago…[/i]
It was meant to be the happiest day of their lives, when they would be bound together in marriage. The dress was the traditional pure white with a train that fell gracefully behind her. She turned to her bridesmaids who were both dress in deep blue dresses that rested at their knees. Picking up her bouquet as the dress was fitted she could pick up their sweet scent. Calla watched in the mirror as her dressed was tied at the back, it had a low-cut back due to her wings. Her shoes had a small heel and she prepared to walk down the isle. Finally the music was playing the same beautiful melody that was at her mothers wedding as well, she guessed so anyway. Her father met her there running late as usual in his suit. "Sorry dear, I didn't mean to be late" he said in a sheepish voice. "It's ok, you're not that late" she said softly. 

She walked up the isle and then when the 'I do's' came the church door crashed to the ground as angels came in and looked to the pair. "Get away from each other now" her father stood up but… that was not for long for he soon fell to the ground and soon enough the whole wedding was a massacre. It happened far too quickly to recall any details but… she did remember this. This day, the day that was the happiest day of her life was now the most sorrowful for it was the day she lost her entire race and also the day her lover went missing.

[i]Present day…[/i]
Standing before that same altar she did when everything ended she let out a heavy sigh. The ruins of the church covered in virgin snow. If she and tears they would've frown in this cold but, she no longer had any left. Her eyes showed sorrow and sadness, it echoed in her now harsh voice. Her name had even changed… one to suit her current condition; Seclusion. For she was always alone now. Standing there now in black torn jeans and a shirt with her tattered pale blue scarf she began singing sweetly, a sad song as the memories all flooded back. When her song ended she stretched her wings and they turned a brilliant silver stained with blood. Standing before that vermillion calla lily. "Seems just like you I've become tainted with blood, your colour is fading though, has it really been that long?" she questioned "I wonder what happened to him though, wonder if he has changed nearly as much as I?" her voice showing she had been thinking back.

"Do you know Deadly today we would've been married 300 years had that event not happened?" she questioned the eerie white wolf, almost ghost like sat at her heels with eyes like golden flames. Unlike her master who's mismatched eyes were those of blood red and cold amber. Her skin was as pale as the moon and from her neck down was riddled with scars. "Did you ever tell him…" "No I didn't, I planned to after we were married… I knew he'd accept it though but, such a thing still makes me scared" she sighed and ruffled her wings which had returned to their midnight blue feathers that looked as though they'd been dipped in indian ink. "But then again, I do wonder why he still insists on hiding even though he knows full well I can tell when someone is hiding and where"