FAR FROM THE STARS | Joining

[Shininglight]

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The field of flowers had it easy, in the grand scheme of things. Flowers weren't concerned with the burden of responsibility, or the stresses of life in its everyday endeavors. It simply needed water and sun, which nature provided plenty of. Beyond that, nothing was a necessity. They grew, showing off a wide array of colors, shapes and sizes to be enjoyed by the rest of the world. The flowers' winter came, of course. They'd shrivel up and lose their beauty, but they always returned come spring, ready to start the cycle over again.

Could they ever stay dead? He wondered that, gaze fixated on the dancing flowers before him. He took a step forward. Was there a way to make sure they'd never grow again? Yes- burning flames would do the trick. Those plants would turn to ash if exposed to enough heat. And ash didn't sprout seeds. Ash would dissipate with the wind, erasing any trace that the would have ever existed. He felt a push, a strange desire. A foreign voice within his mind that was not his own.

[glow=black,2,300]BURN THEM ALL, BURN THEM ALL, BURN THEM-[/glow]

But another voice also had spoken up- no, not just one. Two others, three in total. They were at his back, watching. Like predators stalking their prey. They distracted him. His ears flicked towards them, but his head and eyes remained forward. The tomcat's mind tried to take in what they said, his mumbling ceasing, invisible brows furrowing. One line stuck to him, repeating over and over, as he made sense of it.

"What good would it do?" The male's face slowly turned, his gaze locking onto the young leopard. "Do you wish to add more scars? Believe me... I have plenty." He frowned slightly, as if disappointed in her eagerness to fight. "No need to open them again..."

The tomcat's eyes then shot towards the pure white feline, and the male with red accents. The former's pretty blue eyes matched. His used to do the same. The frown faded to a more neutral expression, as if he just realized they were standing and waiting for an answer. His entire body turned to face them now. "Your eyes... They remind me of home. A place where I felt safe, where I had friends to rely on. I'm quite far from that place now. I've been traveling for so long. But fortunately, the world is quite large. It always has something new to offer. It's always full of surprises. But some of them... aren't very nice."

He turned back around. "I like these flowers. It's hard to enjoy them in this darkness, but come morning I'm sure they'll be a pretty sight." And the male trailed off there, completely forgetting or perhaps not even realizing he had been asked a question.