under an amethyst sky
Dark limbs shifted until forepaws were neatly crossed over one another. Sunset brought with it a beautiful display across the cavern's mouth. Shifting colours took up the entire sky, and she could watch them change as the sun set. No movement required. However, today she was feeling alright. Thus, she eased herself out of the den. It was a laborious climb to reach the topmost area of the col, where she could look to the west. There, the sunset was breathtaking. This could be one of the last ones she ever witnessed, and she wanted to make the most of it. For all the phantom knew, she may never be able to make this climb again. Somehow, knowing that only made her enjoy the view more. Drinking it all in, committing it to memory. The colours seemed more brilliant, more vibrant than ever. A soft hum rumbled in her chest, a lullaby she had once sung to her children. They were off on their adventures now, but she felt a little better after having seen Darya. The night in the den where the pups had been born, telling stories of the old country. It felt good to rekindle their relationship, and know the love of her children again. There was only one who she hadn't seen lately. Dominika, her little snowflake. Her smallest daughter had been horribly maimed by one of Mr. Morningstar's brothers, and there had been nothing that the matriarch could do about it. She was too old, too weak. In her earlier years, she would have slain the mongrel. Fought to the death, and slaughtered him where he stood. Now, she was forced to watch her shiest daughter retreat further into herself. It was a cruel injustice of a harsh world. Curling her pallid tail over her paws, she sighed softly to herself. The sun had yet to fully sink beneath the sea. Above her head, the sky was purple as a bruise. Behind her, the colour faded to inky blue, and then to black. In front of her, though, the horizon was still burnt orange. There was a show still to enjoy.
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