JUSTICEPAW
DIE YOUR DAUGHTER
The prairie howled, and Justice would have considered it a callous welcome if she felt herself deserving of such grand entrances. The wind danced upon a shorthaired pelt, like a pirouette of whips and lashes against her flank. Like the rest of the outside world thus far, it was hostile, turning up its head at her presence.
A lone black tabby wove through the swaying wildgrasses, which bobbed with some unknowably-droning rhythm. The surroundings before the nomad extended endlessly into the horizon itself, a monotony so unlike where she once lay her claim to. If this would be where she would live out the rest of her life from now on, would she be driven mad by the utter soullessness of the moorlands that housed her fatigued figure? (Better yet, would she be able to scout for insects within the baying breezes and the open surfaces?) Dim twilight basked upon the stilled fields, with only the dying light of sunfall to guide her wayward path, like some phantom of the once-valiant day. She would have come earlier, but as a rogue who violently ripped herself away from a cushioned life of royalty, the luxury of delayed meetings could not be afforded to her. She wouldn't last much longer out here, anyways, and soon solitude became a solipsistic blade unto her frailty. Pawpads ached with many nights of traveling, and she had just been about to give up, for her prospects seemed more grim than the chance that her family would ever repair itself. Even as her eyes struggled to stay awake, and footfall faltered at each motion, she still had to try. She hadn't much else but the stupidly-childish notion that she could see them again, after all.
Wheat-tinged scent filtered into her nostrils, and Justice suddenly stopped in her tracks. Thin spools of word-of-mouth from other loners led her here, and it surely would be where destiny would want her to be. She just hoped that this wasn't a mistake, and she had undertaken this whole journey for nothing. "Hello...? My name is Justice. I'm, um, looking for my family." The young girl called out into the darkened abyss, and it did not answer her at first. Fictitious eyebrows furrowed upon an angular countenance, and she willed herself to remain in the same position, as if whoever resided her would be able to see her more clearly. Her family was all that she had left, and without them, she felt as if her entire sense of self had been scooped out of her to leave naught but a yawning chasm. As a traitorous breed (in the eyes of her only kingdom), the pressure mounted onto Justice's delicate shoulders, a grotesque beast of burden both deigned and exalted. The molly had been too scared, at first, and too fearful to traipse beyond what she knew. Now, she felt that she hadn't the choice - it was either leave or bathe in the sallow sink of her own pooling regrets. So, against everything, she defied her kingdom.
A lone black tabby wove through the swaying wildgrasses, which bobbed with some unknowably-droning rhythm. The surroundings before the nomad extended endlessly into the horizon itself, a monotony so unlike where she once lay her claim to. If this would be where she would live out the rest of her life from now on, would she be driven mad by the utter soullessness of the moorlands that housed her fatigued figure? (Better yet, would she be able to scout for insects within the baying breezes and the open surfaces?) Dim twilight basked upon the stilled fields, with only the dying light of sunfall to guide her wayward path, like some phantom of the once-valiant day. She would have come earlier, but as a rogue who violently ripped herself away from a cushioned life of royalty, the luxury of delayed meetings could not be afforded to her. She wouldn't last much longer out here, anyways, and soon solitude became a solipsistic blade unto her frailty. Pawpads ached with many nights of traveling, and she had just been about to give up, for her prospects seemed more grim than the chance that her family would ever repair itself. Even as her eyes struggled to stay awake, and footfall faltered at each motion, she still had to try. She hadn't much else but the stupidly-childish notion that she could see them again, after all.
Wheat-tinged scent filtered into her nostrils, and Justice suddenly stopped in her tracks. Thin spools of word-of-mouth from other loners led her here, and it surely would be where destiny would want her to be. She just hoped that this wasn't a mistake, and she had undertaken this whole journey for nothing. "Hello...? My name is Justice. I'm, um, looking for my family." The young girl called out into the darkened abyss, and it did not answer her at first. Fictitious eyebrows furrowed upon an angular countenance, and she willed herself to remain in the same position, as if whoever resided her would be able to see her more clearly. Her family was all that she had left, and without them, she felt as if her entire sense of self had been scooped out of her to leave naught but a yawning chasm. As a traitorous breed (in the eyes of her only kingdom), the pressure mounted onto Justice's delicate shoulders, a grotesque beast of burden both deigned and exalted. The molly had been too scared, at first, and too fearful to traipse beyond what she knew. Now, she felt that she hadn't the choice - it was either leave or bathe in the sallow sink of her own pooling regrets. So, against everything, she defied her kingdom.
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JUSTICEPAW & SHE/THEY & 11 MOONS
