Mother was drawn to the schemes and aspects of the Black Rose that she often neglected the care of Tauriel for most of her time but kept Tauriel educated and concealed to most of the world. Tauriel knew the Black Rose was secretive but it was an organization of ruthless and powerful remnants, it was a bitter mess that soon lead to her mother's demise.
For most of her life, Tauriel was shielded from most horrors and realities of the world; she kept to her studies and was heavily prospered to be a well-mannered, innocent girl. Despite being so pure-minded she often sought the outer walls of her home and learned from afar, this type of growth would lead to an increase of curiosity. Mother was over-protective and so she trusted the servants of their home to watch over her as she fulfilled her time with the Black Rose.
Tauriel now waits in the crisp, sliver night as rain flows over the mansion - no longer owned by her mother or her. This type of luxury was due to her Mother's wealth and status but now her soul departed the atmosphere, the land - no longer was anything kept to any linage of hers.
Tauriel stood worried and silent as she watched a group of women in dark clothing saunters the halls of the mansion. The pale woman draws her eyes along her surroundings as she seeks something obscure.
"Where is her daughter?"
A servant was accompanied with them as their eyes were filled with concern and fear. Those eyes drifted where Tauriel had been watching from; her room. Tauriel backed away from her door, swiftly shutting the door - the only thing she could do now was leave. This place, her life was reckoning and there wasn't anyone else she could do, no one she can depend on except for her pet; Lyan a Blemish ferret, a little plush toy in her keepings. She quickly carried him into her pouch and shoved open her extensive window. The height was intimidating from down below yet, she had often escaped through her window during her life and this time she had to leave for good.
The rain poured heavily outside and it didn't bother her at all as she only wanted to leave from this sudden threat. Almost onto the ground, she could hear voices from above scattering around as they sought the room from up high to be empty. Her hands tightly grip along the sharp vines and hurried her way from the mansion. Pouring wetness continued as she ran and ran, hoping that no one would notice her through the musty, cold air.
There was something about how her mother raised her; she kept her indoors and underneath the shadows, letting her mind grow curious as this soon led to confusion about what state Tauriel was being put in now. Tauriel is now a young adult and yet thrives in an innocent mindset, this type of independence was something she had yearned for but was not so much prepared for. Throughout her years, she knew the boundaries and places of Noxus. The whole continent was filled with browbeating structures, brooding buildings and the people were often intimidating. But at this time of the day, it was dark and raining as some did not care and most of them had already fled indoors; Tauriel pondered through the rain hiding under her hood and cloak.
At this point, she had no knowledge of where she could go, but staying here in Noxus wasn't what she wanted anymore, outside of her home was filled with questionable entities.
Harsh breath seeped through her lungs as her porcelain skin hid under the shadows, waltzing to where she knew was the outside boundaries of Noxus - security was tight and was often layered with strong, burly men patrolling the perimeter. Her only desire was to reach the docks where she often dreamed of traveling on a large boat, but now it gave her a different feeling under the circumstances.
Tauriel perhaps was an inactive gal however this was a seen trait by her mother for most of her time. Little did she know, Tauriel often practiced her movement and capacities outside her home and so this time of maneuvering was easy for her. Sneaking became her little talent. Nevertheless, she grew fond of magic, learning spells and the ways of it as it became her dirty little secret.
Close against the many barrels: quietly and still Tauriel hid as she observed her surroundings; the ocean was in this dark shade of turquoise and the sky felt sorrowful. Now the rain starts to taint, filtering its last pouring tears from above.
The only barrier to hide against was the constant crates scattered along the ground and docks finally managing to scoot past some people around.
In some of the crates and stuff that was set beside a certain ship; Tauriel managed to fit herself in one of the shipment boxes. The contents she quickly removed and replaced the inside with her own body instead. She waited for movement until she felt the weight get released from underneath her, hopefully, none of these border controls would find anything suspicious with the shipment. But her petite body was able to slip in as if she was a slab of meat.
Tauriel could only let her mind run on its own as she couldn't comprehend her exact plans. She don't understand anything, she didn't understand where she was heading but all she could know is that running away from this place is all that matters. There was distinct chatter from the men boarding the ship, those who were responsible for the shipments as Tauriel disguised herself as one.; silent and idle with her heart beating out of her ribcage. All the sudden fear and distress from this hasty intrusion of peace.
She could only close her eyes hearing the footsteps on the wood planks clutter and the ocean crashing from beneath.
