not to ride along with you

On the ivory marked amazon marched, her dark paws carrying her regal form over the long abandoned battlefield. Strange items, smelling of rusting iron and decay littered the ground at her royal feet. This place continued to distract her from her goal, every few meters her magenta gaze found another piece to investigate. She perked her head again after losing interest in a dissolving block of scrap metal.

Now that she had gotten her paws underneath her and left the once great Empire of the Klein she was eager to rebuild. Impatience tickled her toes, and frustration prickled her skin. She longed to lay her gaze upon the rightful heir once more, to be his wing to prop him up into greatness. The woman’s decorated paw dug at the ground in frustration instead of curiosity, alarmed that she had yet to make progress in her task.

Her ivory tail lashed in annoyance as she brought her gaze back to the sky. She grit her teeth, knowing that this challenge would only make her strong. Make her more appreciative when she finally succeeded. Then the real work would begin. She deflated a bit as her paws started treading the earth again. Mismatched ears swiveled around her as she kept her eyes peeled, instead of avoiding the locals she had immersed herself. Asking of her blood of all of them, but none had news yet. Of course she hadn’t given up hope yet, and told herself maybe the next one would have the information she needed.