JUSTICEFAWN
DIE YOUR DAUGHTER
Justicefawn always heard that the stars sat closest to Highstones, with the great mountain range baring its teeth to the sky. The base of the titans' limbs was a sacred place, imbued in stardust and sorrow. The devotee of death cared little for the foolishness of divinity, not when the pinpricks of light above did not speak nor whisper to her. So, why should she pray to a force that had only brought her and her people cruelty and agony? All the black tabby could hear was the biting winds that howled in her eardrum, like a rusted machine that groaned with each step, a quiet dissatisfaction woven into the key notes of leaf-bare. As she slunk up the shallow ridges, and rested her light paws upon the surface of a moonlight-slick stone, it did not make itself any more apparent for her. In fact, from up here, she could only peer deeper into the divots of darkness between Silverpelt's spots and stripes. Dull-olive gaze trained itself upwards, as though her attention had been brazen to the star-stricken empyrean, seeking some meaning within the deafened ears of the Goddess. She would not begin to pray, nor bow her weary head to its supposed splendor. The only deity she worshipped was the one beneath the dirt.
Triangular ears twitched as the rustling of wildgrasses told her that she did not walk alone. Needle-like fur did not bristle and gangling legs did not stir. Whoever came to grace her with their presence did not come in anger nor in hunger. It was disappointing, almost, to not have met an untimely and unexpected end here. Angular face turned to stare at Smoldercrown's molten eyes, perhaps leering at her upon her throne of loose rocks and gravel, as if an unknowable emotion hummed within the space between the two. Justicefawn's own whiskers twitched, and she craned her head slightly to the side. Though she did not often enjoy the company of others (aside from her family, of course), she did find the other molly much easier to bear. "Hello..." Justicefawn dipped her head, though no change in emotion bled through her marbled mask, as though nothing could rattle through the cracks of a contemplative countenance. "What brings you out here tonight, Smoldercrown...?" Breathy voice whistled through the wintry air, never daring once to settle amongst the snowdrift or climb anywhere but above. The she-cat often wondered if that, and only that, could reach heaven.
Triangular ears twitched as the rustling of wildgrasses told her that she did not walk alone. Needle-like fur did not bristle and gangling legs did not stir. Whoever came to grace her with their presence did not come in anger nor in hunger. It was disappointing, almost, to not have met an untimely and unexpected end here. Angular face turned to stare at Smoldercrown's molten eyes, perhaps leering at her upon her throne of loose rocks and gravel, as if an unknowable emotion hummed within the space between the two. Justicefawn's own whiskers twitched, and she craned her head slightly to the side. Though she did not often enjoy the company of others (aside from her family, of course), she did find the other molly much easier to bear. "Hello..." Justicefawn dipped her head, though no change in emotion bled through her marbled mask, as though nothing could rattle through the cracks of a contemplative countenance. "What brings you out here tonight, Smoldercrown...?" Breathy voice whistled through the wintry air, never daring once to settle amongst the snowdrift or climb anywhere but above. The she-cat often wondered if that, and only that, could reach heaven.
- OOC: @smoldercrown catholic girl yuri
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JUSTICEFAWN & SHE/THEY & 17 MOONS