angel of the first degree • joining

[bottleblonde]

[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:60%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13.5px;"]The peaks and valleys she traced through to get her were littered with the small paw prints that carried a heavy soul. An essence that'd seen the world start and end, flower and bloom with joy, just to crumble and rot between dirty fingers. It was an endless cycle of life and death that she'd come to know and simply accept. She tried her best not to think in the grand scheme of things, but oh my, she just couldn't help herself. Especially when she thought of herself her mind tended to implode and balloon, expanding till she was but a little speck on this plane. Some marks on the map of mortality were bigger than others, but that didn't matter much to her. If she tried her best, then she did her best, and that would always guarantee she would land in the right place.

So the tortie van, her sweet soft body speckled with caramels and savanna browns, made her way through the mountain range, being her own little white speck surrounded by the lush greenery. Her gait was staggered, limping with her twisted dead foot, but smiling as two mismatched eyes stared ahead at her future. Though it was hard for her to get to where she wanted to be, she was doing her best, with all of her might, to reach the border. The anticipation was building, squirming her way between branches and foliage, but it was beginning to set awkwardly in her stomach. Nerves, now fluttering up all through her throat, drying out her mouth, made her look teeter a bit. Her lips twitched downward, and she stopped for a moment to anxiously lick at her chest fur, as if it would soothe the burning sensation of dread within her. But it only distracted her momentarily, and when she looked back up to continued onward, she'd lost her sense of direction. She was lost! Where was Sunhaven's border again? Her soft face, rippled with concern, stared upward at the window of sky between the trees, trying to figure out where she was. But, to her dismay, there was no indicator of where to go. Bottleblonde truly was lost, and struck with panic in the moment, felt that all of her motivation was gone.