A little thing that I have written up...

Two things she was known well for, sadly enough to say, too. One of great anger, great fiery anger, and it is also said that if she is into the pure anger, she will have large, black almost angelic wings, yet where feathers are supposed to be, there is a great, burning fire that's heat is said to match the anger she expresses. Her hair would be long, and a fiery red, her eyes a flicker between white and blue, the two hottest of the flames, her cloak coming to remain still, darkening and revealing nothing that lies beneath it. Others say she is very, very, unmatchably sorrowful with wings that are much like an angels yet it is skeletal, with still being feathered and the wind gathers speed around her as to prevent others from reaching her, to keep them from hurting her further. Through this way, she is known to have long, silvery hair, with deeply sorrowful eyes to match that. Those are what some of the stories tell, only of anger and sorrow. Yet, those are only stories, aren't they? Nothing but the fragments of imagination, made to keep children in line, as to not to what they are said to not supposed to be, right? Then how is it, that not any of these stories are told to children, not even any of them hold the four letter name she has, not a single one. Not even a made up name they usually do, was it really that serious? Was it really how things worked, as to not tell what/who is really out there? She isn't human, they often say, nor angel, not even demon. But if she isn't any of the following, what could she be? Where does she fit in this world's existence?
Well, she doesn't fit, and that is just it. And to let all of you know, she does exist too, not the fragment of imagination as everyone comes to believe. But how does the unmatched anger and sorrow come to fit her? Her hair was currently the kind of blonde that is so blonde, it almost appears white, each individual strand almost seeming as colored glass, almost coming to be see-through, it was odd. Her eyes also had the glass-like characteristic, yet not see-through, merely something as a light, clear color, blue, actually. Her cloak would come to be a very light color, maybe an off-white, it kept remarkably still, even through it had every chance to sway and show the clothing she wore underneath, it only swayed very faintly in rhythm to her steps, the cloak seeming to not even allow what she wore upon her feet to be seen. A mixture of scattered, lively trees reside to her right, not that many, but they stretched a very long distance, coming to do well for their name as a forest. Now along her left side would be a clear, soundless stream, it almost led her forward, for she was walking only a few paces slower than the stream itself, the erosion to the rocks within it, causing them to appear more favorable to the eye, glittering slightly as the sun hits them just right. To the left of the stream itself would be another vast area littered with the scattered trees, not seeming to end, from the eye's point of view. A sense of being at peace seemed her current emotion, no fiery rage, or windstruck sorrow, merely the sense of being calm, being led slowly forward by a winding, clear stream that holds nothing itself, other than the pure essence of how calm this world could actually be, at times.