Shrouded

She was beautiful but nobody saw her through the shroud of darkness that surrounded her on the outskirts of the woods. No one ever saw her true beauty as she hid it beneath her hood, always in the shadows afraid of the world that surrounded her and the pain that it might inflict on her if she were to expose her true self to the beings of this world. 

She was lost in her own mind as she walked through the brush, crouching down and checking her trap hidden out of the way, nothing. She left it and followed the trail she had left back the way she had came. Her feet nimble, quiet, she hunched over and looked at the other trap she had set the evening prior and found a dead rabbit, releasing it she headed back home with her meal for the night. 

She started to build her fire, quick and efficient. It was roaring not too long later as she skinned her meal, and set the meat to the fire. 

Things were better alone she thought as she dug her teeth into the freshly cooked rabbit. 

Just me and the woods, I don't need anyone. Its better this way. Alone. Just me, myself and I.