[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 480px;font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px;"]Kissed and sent along the wind, mailed away to be weathered down by rain and element until she was pure and ethereal. Meant to fulfill a prophecy of her own, one that the stars had strung up for just her and no one else. Not meant to serve her people in strength and glory, but to find her own among the plains. Somewhere a small hope, the brightening embers of a future began to fizzle in the grass, warming it, warming the atmosphere around it, creating a center of life just for her; a nursery for her own existence to begin to grow and sprout.
It started with her toes wiggling in the dirt, malformed paws squishing the lush earth with a tightened inhale and expelling it gently around her steps with a free exhale. And with each step of concentration and confidence were the hesitant and naive sprouts of lily of the valley, curving and seeming to yawn as they quickly stretched and rose from the earth. Her own morning glory was beginning to shudder as a smile on her face as she neared her destination, braving the chill of autumn, the wet ground and the dew that sputtered up with each step. Áine felt incredibly lonely for someone that should be feeling full with the stuffing of an adventurous spirit. But her hearty meal of journey was beginning to soften, and her impatience was taking her mind elsewhere. So, she focused ahead, looking towards the crease of the horizon.
The view of the observatory was arched between the overgrowth, rushing ahead of her through the mile stretch of plain. The sight of her intended location made her laugh a little. What the fuck was this all? Some sort of dream? Like the first instance of impatient was treated with a quick push in the right direction? Must have been in the stars, for sure. She approached the border- not boldly, though not giving in the grace of hesitation either. The black panther's eyes just seemed to flicker around fluidly, in their black-brown pools, searching for intelligent life. "Huh ... I'm not alone out here, right? Someone's got to be around, right?" It was a polite, ginger call out to whoever might hear her, one that coated her richly deep voice in this fizzy web of honey, dribbling out the clear youthfulness of the panther.
It started with her toes wiggling in the dirt, malformed paws squishing the lush earth with a tightened inhale and expelling it gently around her steps with a free exhale. And with each step of concentration and confidence were the hesitant and naive sprouts of lily of the valley, curving and seeming to yawn as they quickly stretched and rose from the earth. Her own morning glory was beginning to shudder as a smile on her face as she neared her destination, braving the chill of autumn, the wet ground and the dew that sputtered up with each step. Áine felt incredibly lonely for someone that should be feeling full with the stuffing of an adventurous spirit. But her hearty meal of journey was beginning to soften, and her impatience was taking her mind elsewhere. So, she focused ahead, looking towards the crease of the horizon.
The view of the observatory was arched between the overgrowth, rushing ahead of her through the mile stretch of plain. The sight of her intended location made her laugh a little. What the fuck was this all? Some sort of dream? Like the first instance of impatient was treated with a quick push in the right direction? Must have been in the stars, for sure. She approached the border- not boldly, though not giving in the grace of hesitation either. The black panther's eyes just seemed to flicker around fluidly, in their black-brown pools, searching for intelligent life. "Huh ... I'm not alone out here, right? Someone's got to be around, right?" It was a polite, ginger call out to whoever might hear her, one that coated her richly deep voice in this fizzy web of honey, dribbling out the clear youthfulness of the panther.