The cold breeze tickled her cheek as she stood solemnly between two thick redwoods, shorter than most but settled like two sentries upon the rough terrace she stood upon now. The view before her stretched on forever, it seemed. The tree tops dead and bare expanding to her right towards the ocean and left towards the rest of Beqanna. felicitey who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.
The blue of her eye the same shade as the dull pale sky above her. It seemed heavy as if the sky would break at any moment with a soft downpour of the most intricate solidified masses of water. Snowflakes as bright and light as the ones that had dappled her muzzle since birth.
It was an odd sensation of loneliness in this moment. She had always been with out others of her species since she was just a young child lost in this world but bound by fear to her home.
Until she had met Aries and Dracarys, Dexter her companion animal had been the only comfort she had known. Until Aries had found her half deaf and half blind in the same place she had always been and had insisted she come "home" with him she had relied on Dexter only.
And that is where her story changed forever.
She had found herself with child, Aries child. Now someone would depend on her, whether she wanted them to or not. It had pissed her off, she hadn't asked for this or to be abandoned by the one man she trusted once he had seen for himself what she carried inside her.
She had been alone when the baby came. She had been alone when to her surprise one baby turned to two. She had been alone in a home that wasn't her home, raising children who had grown on her for the last couple years. Those children had grown and though she sees them every once in a while, and does what mothers do, they were making their own way in this world now.
And now she finds herself alone once again while Dexter searches those barren tree tops for some semblance of sustenance.
The wind had grown sharper, colder and it stung now across that cheek it once kissed pulling from her eye a single tear against its will. When had life become so utterly lonely? When had the spirit of freedom and excitement she had felt as a child been replaced by stagnant feelings of utter indifference?
She needed more than this she thought as she stared at the frozen ground beneath her hooves. With little thought she morphed. Her thick, pale, golden coat grew longer and thicker as her thin angular face grew broader and shorter whiskers sprouted against her tender cheeks. Her hooves became giant paws as she clawed the ground breaking its frozen form. Her body was slender in her lioness form but held the power of the beast she was.
Her maw opened and a echoing roar ripped from her throat frightening a flock of birds from the perch nearby. She watched curiously with that one pale blue eye and her black useless eight ball eye decorated by a beautiful rose gold sun.
Her frustrations ripped from her throat once more between those two sentinel trees.
@[Chemdog] - she's not in a horrible, horrible mood. I swear.
