04-03-2022, 09:02 PM
Golden paws took her on a moonlit adventure through the highlands, chasing something in the distance. There was a strange static in the air, a dark cloud overhanging the peaks of the familiar fangs of the mountaintops. The temperature fluctuated, and static pulled her golden fur far from her body with a strange, hot tingle. Amythyst eyes sought the darkness in the distance, chasing tumultuous gray clouds like a fading wisp as the coils of the sunrise erupted into the atmosphere. Night would soon be over — would it take the strange clouds with it?
She traced along the edges of the unfamiliar bank, floating forward as if walking on clouds herself. There was a determined grace in the way she moved, levitating over the rocky earth without making but a sound. It was only when she noticed that the river gave way to a massive cliff that her pawsteps slowed to a gentle stop. Her body quivered, the warmth of the static still playing with her thermoregulation. Amythyst eyes glazed over as she fluctuated her vision between the sheer cliff in front of her and the cacophonous weather in the very, very far distance.
Her mind rumbled, deep and dark like the thunder.
And then, a breeze from somewhere far away hit her — carrying the chill of a frosted tundra. And she shook, feeling a deep, deep sense of animosity pitting in the base of her stomach.
Had she reached the edge of the world?
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