The blizzard is blinding, the snow was merciless against any that dared travel into it. Red. Spots of red. A trail. The trail of blood seemed to go on forever, she had been running for days. She was starved, dehydrated, and her vision was fading. It was painful, but her reputation had finally caught up to her at last.
Mirage the Zoroark, an absolute menace. What even was her bounty right now? She certainly had a death sentence it seemed, either that or a particularly unforgiving team had been attracted to her head.
Breathing is difficult, she's covered in gashes. Her arm is painted red with blood, both her own and her enemies. She's trying to hold onto it, stop the bleeding as much as she could. Her body's getting weak, she needed rest. She looked behind her, nothing there. They had to still be following, the so called Rescue Team, the trail of footprints and scarlet droplets were too obvious. She forces herself forward, her own fears keeping her going.
She stops just as her body started to wander on auto pilot, before her is a chasm. She's standing at the edge, she looks behind her once more. Still no sight of the rescue team. Her body is shivering, she's unsure whether of the cold or realization that this really was it. She had no where to go. She had no so called friends, no alliances, no family. She was alone.
She's staring into the abyss, she can't even see the bottom. A smile crosses her dark lips, pushing the red corners back as the rest of her face relaxes with relief. This. This was perfect. She relaxes her body, letting go of her bleeding arm. She looks behind her, she can see shapes in the distance. They were gaining quickly, that's for sure.
She waits until they're within enough distance to see her a bit more, before allowing herself to fall back. Her body plunged into the abyss, the wind whistling past as she fell deeper and deeper.
The perfect end for the reign of an outlaw, suicide. She had fulfilled her purpose in life right? Yes...she had been an absolutely terrifying outlaw, one that had killed many mercilessly, stole without discrimination, had a horde fit for a queen.
She was in absolute darkness now, the rescue team was probably peering over the edge at this point. She could only chuckle, for they would not be granted the pleasure of ending her life, she would leave herself. With a sickening thud and the sound of bones snapping, she had hit the bottom. It ended quickly, painlessly.
When her body was recovered, it was found with a permanent smile, as if she had won. Why wouldn't she smile? Maybe now that she had fulfilled her purpose, she could be accepted.