Felicity had been a beautiful child, despite her dame and sire’s lack of parenting. She had been bright and full of life, always wanting to see more…. But never feeling confident that she should. She spent the first couple years darting between the meadow and Pangea, wandering through valleys of purple and blue flowers and caverns of deep red clay. Dexter was always there to help guide her, for her only flaw at birth was a stupid, broken, ear that didn’t work properly. The adventures she went on with her companion monkey always seemed filled to the top with wonderful things. She even made a couple friends along the way, she smiled at the warming thought of Dracarys and Aries.
All had been well, until she had played with magic. She had thought it a game, another one of her many adventures that always seemed to end short due to her losing interest or the sun fading away. It had been just another task she never quite finished, and because of that the genie had taken her amber, golden eye away from her. Was she still just as beautiful with a milky bobbing eye, lost in a socket that was never used, with brown marbled wings tipped in rose gold just a tad too small for her growing young adult body? Her face was still splattered with the same silver snowflakes, laying softly across her soft brown and gold hide, and the brilliant blue of her mother shone vibrantly in the one eye that remained.
If she really stopped to think about it, her life was not much different today as it had been a year ago. She still wandered aimlessly between the meadow and Pangea, an ever present memory of her lineage. Born between belonging and an outsider, she had never officially decided which she would be. Today she drags her golden brown, rose gold tipped lioness tail across the dusty red clay of her father's land. She had given up trying to build any kind of relationship with him or her mother long ago. The only relation, in fact, that she had found out around here was her sister Rayie. The idea that she may run into again excites her. Her blue eye darts around while Dexter sits idly between her shoulder blades, picking and prodding at the fur that grows between her ears. She found herself in this lion form more often than not now that her vision along with her hearing have now been compromised. What use was her wings if she had never had anyone to teach her how to use them. The silver snowflakes still dappled the end of her dark black nose and wafted softly out of form the farther away from her nose you went.
The cavern which she had decided to explore today began to open up slightly, where before it was grazing her slender sides now it opened up into a semi-circle clearing. The canyon walls still shot up and away from the ground but tapered out the farther forward she went, ending at a small beach like creation, made my mother nature herself, that connected to one of the many winding rivers. Felicitey shrugged her shoulders as she came closer, she could do with a drink she thought dipping her slender neck towards the blue water, her large paws unsettling the red clay beneath.
felicitey
who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.
@[draco]
