Road Shimmer / Sand-drawing + Singing

[SirDio]

YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE A MAN
I THINK, THEREFORE I AM.

Mezrith had calmed down... somewhat. She hadn't yet lost the troodon form and this angered her, the hunger had not left and this enraged her. Something that calmed her down, though, were memories. From when she was feared, powerful, and not this confused, love-stricken mess she was being. Against warming air and sands she stood, claws searching to drag across things, be it flesh, air, water, even sand.

So she started making something from lines in the sand, intricate self portrait of the form she currently took. Gentle the tune she took, sharp the words she spoke with it, singing,

[color=#ff4c4c]"I feel no guilt,
though I shed a tear.
I see your dead body,
With the blood all smeared.

A bird sings a song,
It's all for you.
Outside it's warm,
And skies are all blue."

Last words hissed, a pale lavender cat's paw racing over the portrait, ears flicking and tail lashing in anger, lavender body stiff with anger. More claw marks desecrate the drawing, breaking the bond between cat and creature. [color=#ff4c4c]"Can't be like that, I am not feared, nor am I as powerful as I once was. I was that before, but love stricken idiot i am no more." Heavy sigh as weight crumbled from her shoulders. Gentle smile upon the cat's maw, the Gladiator sat down, tail curled against her body. It felt nice, to admit she had been in love and knew she wouldn't get the catch in the end, to admit there wasn't a chance for her. It felt nice.

— Reggan