Perry's wings stained by her anger were a shimmering blood red and so too was her beautiful hair. She hated being reminded of who her sire was because it brought to her memory of how in a powerful state of Lust he'd forced himself on her mother.
None save her mother, he and Perry herself knew who he true father was and try as she might she couldn't forgive or forget.

Long had she tried to rid herself of his bloody desires, his joy in conflict and carnage. It was he that was the reason that she strives to always find a nonviolent resolution because she by doing so prevented his cause.

She aimed for a thunderhead seeking it's cleansing effects. She knew it was strange that plunging into the center of so violent a maelstrom could clean the thoughts of blood from her but it did. She was pummeled by the winds at her chosen place in the storm and never so alive had she ever felt.