Zi'da 7th, 716
Ivy walked with a sense of caution as she looked about herself. She'd wandered outside the safety of the city and into the nearby wilderness. An idea that could be dangerous for the woman who'd progressively grown more and more useless. As a child she was born with a wild spirit, a nature that was intertwined deeply with the great green pine trees and wide open plains of cold white which made up her childhood home. After... That event, she'd grown more and more reclined from her wild nature. It was almost as though the appearance and actions of that man had bled her of all her spirit instead of her life, which at times she wished it had. As a young one she'd wandered with her brother swinging sticks and learning the basics of fighting, her actions were less than befitting of a noble to say the least. But her current nature seemed even less befitting of the child who'd fled far away. Did she miss her old self? Well of course she did, or else she'd never dare to risk her rotten luck out in the woods. That sweet little fairy had been lost the day she'd lost her purity, gone and ran with the wind to a better place. That nature had fled her leaving little more than a hollowed husk which yearned for something that wasn't fear to fill it. That's the only emotion the little fairy had left, fear. A desolate sense of ever looming fear which made each hesitant step more and more painful as she trailed deeper into the darkness of the looming wilderness. A sense of dread consumed her entire body, but a rare sense of bravery kept her moving forward, even if it was at a slow and painful gait. She needed to find it.
If she ever wanted to be the woman that bright child promised to be then she was going to need to find that child once more. To find that child she was going to have to go back and brave the old friend which had become a looming threat. Ivy had become the perfect little noble woman to be married off, quiet and by all means submissive. With a faun like nature that trembled without a guardian she could easily be used by any gentle hand willing to spend a little time earning her trust. Yet there was something more to her character, that wild spirit had not been completely lost and always had the chance to grow. The woman bent down slightly pulling the strongest looking stick she could into her grasp. She held it like one might hold a sword if they were a complete beginner. Of course she'd never been very good with sticks, that was her brother who'd wielded wood like mighty blades. She was the far scrappier one of the family, hissing and spitting and biting and punching. Where did that spirit go, how could it leave behind such a meek and hapless woman in it's desperate escape?
There was a strange noise, a shift in the woods as a growling sound came to her ears. Something dangerous and predatory. A fool she was to wander out into a land of beasts with nothing but a stick as protection! She turned about quick trying to figure out what was about to attack her, but the creature was quicker and lunged with a wretched cry. She felt herself getting knocked to the ground, the earth slammed against her full force as the creature's mass bored down upon her. She raised up the stick as the great jaws of the creature tried to clamp around flesh. It sunk its fangs deep into the bark and began to shake its head vigorously, attempting to get the one line of defense Ivy had out of her grasp.
Eventually the creature wrenched the long piece of bark out of her hands. It moved away slightly tossing the annoyance and turned back towards the weak and delicious prey resting on her side. Ivy could feel the strong sense of dread in her entire body. She couldn't open her eyes, she'd seen little more than a flash of fur in regards to the body of the creature. After that she'd sealed her eyes tight and started to cry. She wasn't brave enough to look into the eyes of the beast. She could hear it make a growl like sound as it circled about her. It was playing with her now, reveling in the capture of the mild tempered woman with the mind of a girl. That was an accurate assessment. She'd started out life with all the bravery of a woman if not the intelligence, now she had the bravery of a young and frightened child even if she'd grown.
She wanted to call out for help, the last time she'd done so someone actually came to her rescue. Someone had come for her and she'd extended her life and "happiness" for another day. But her voice completely died in her throat. If she tried to call out vocally then the creature would only attack her sooner. The only noise her body allowed her to make was a muffled crying noise. Internally she pleaded and begged for help. As a younger woman she'd sometimes wished for death. But this was not the way she wanted it to happen. She'd thought of slitting her own wrists or overdosing on some pleasant drug, something quick and painless. Something that was in her hands. If her life was going to be stolen then she would be the one to take it. Of course in the end she'd never done it, to take life was a crime above all. Thou shall endure after all.
To die like this, it would be painful and slow. The creature might eat her alive or maybe it was just toying with her. Hunting for sport perhaps? She didn't think animals did that, maybe they were learning bad ideas from man. She could hear the creature stop moving. It was going to lunge at her and end her soon.
Nir'wei has a knack of stumbling into young woman in the forest. 
Great description of the kill.