The longer she stared at the stars, the smaller and smaller she felt. What was it about the night sky that could make her feel so insignificant? Her ears flattened against her head as she continued to watch those twinkling lights with distaste. It was true that sometimes, when her ambition was brimming, she felt as though she could reach up and pick the stars right out of the sky with her teeth. Chew them. Taste those glittering flecks that had been alive for millions of years. Now was not one of those times.
This corner of the world was lonely -- save for the spiders. It was empty, dull, and grey all at the same time. But as Leera began to detect a scent in the cool evening air, it was clear to her that perhaps she wasn't as alone as she'd believed. The hair along her nape and spine raised silently as the female scoured the area for the stranger.
He was a large man, quite taller than her, and he wore two different hues on his pelt like the gods had been confused while making him. White clashed with black, and his eyes dualed pinkish and blue. Handsome enough, she would decide as he moved to join her, but her hackles remained raised until he greeted her.
For a moment, she stood there wordless. Eyes narrowed, watching him, the sharp lines in her face expressionless as she tried to read him. Eventually, she allowed her hips to drop to the ground and she turned her gaze back to the stars. "Tell me something..." she murmured, flicking the end of her tail. "Do you despise the nighttime as much as I do?"
Leera is a mature character.
Force/violence is permitted within reason.
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