native stars
every thing that kills me makes me feel alive
she couldn't imagine being here now, under the gaze of the quiet night, as the crown of moonlight softly bleeds upon the ground. they cast a silver glow, shimmering so bright that even the grass underneath seems to be dyed in its color. the wind smells strangely like the heralds to a rain shower, possibly coming in at any moment. on her way here, the young female could see clouds gathering, but as of yet, this territory is still untouched. she is not sure what the difference is between a storm and normal rain, when it comes to clouds, as she is much more interested in the glittering stars that blankets the night sky.
she couldn't quite place a paw on it, but...this place is perfect. she cannot find any other lands with less trees and more sky. not only that, but she could distinctly smell the prey animals moving about, their scent unhindered by the many other things that would usually be present. she sat upon her haunches, eyes busy in their movement as she watch a tiny line of meteor flying across the velvet background. the girl's chartreuse eyes widened a bit, and for several seconds, she could not breathe. she did not want to breathe; this all feel so surreal and dream like. is she actually in a dream? a fanciful dream where everything is quiet and peaceful and upwards is the sky she long ago had always wanted to see, but could only see in dreams.
the plain itself stretches like a hardened sea, and even the vastness of this could not compare to the sky above. the sky is everything, her only companion for now until that shrike bird returns from whatever she was doing.