blanket of stars

The dark lady lumbered through the night in a veil of silent shadows. She was a changed dame, after coming across her brother a few nights ago, she had formed an alliance with the black brute. Perhaps her eyes had opened up to the dying world around her. So many diseases. Nature had surely turned against this world. Raging wars. Loyalty divided. No wolf was satisfied. A new hunger. A new age.
This is it. The apocalypse.
The lady wasn't one for alliances, she was independent and she would die alone, if the end really came. Yet it got her thinking, she was living in a different world, as a different woman. Wasn't the world screwed up already? There was nothing left to fight for, helplessly watching life crumble. A new life was taking over, one of much she could not name. With a new age was a new hunger. A new power. No-one was the same. With a new power surging through the lady's paws, she could only imagine the world that was emerging. Evolving. She was emerging herself. Into what? Well, all she knew was that she was different. And the world will never be the same.

Speed surged through the dame as she elegantly trekked through the grass, the cold and dry moon showing no mercy to the golden disgrace. With her eyes wickedly narrowed, they glowed with anticipation as she travelled along. Rising to her staggering full height, the unforgiving lady bared her glistening fangs and claws. The silence and darkness cloaked her. Though she was one of the shadows, the darkness was her home. She belonged in the night. A cloud of endless and infinite galaxies and universes looked down on her. Even the spirits of the stars could not stop the end. They could not even stop her. They were useless. Power was drained out from the spiritual world. A new power and thirst surged through the world. Hope and faith was gone. What was there left in this empty and dying world?

Blood, hunger and betrayal...

What a lovely world it was.

The wandering warrior's orbs rested on a moonbeam silver and black onyx dame only a few tail-lengths away. The dame had probably picked up Aislinn's scent, but that did not matter. Why did she need to hide and disguise herself? Every wolf had a soul of coldness and stone. The warmth had died. Just like everything else. Approaching the dame with a brief nod, Aislinn would speak in a deep hiss. No wolf showed compassion anymore. Love was gone. Dead. Amongst a raging battle, everyone had a side, Aislinn did not know where she was in life. She did not even know why she existed. There was no point anymore.

"Greetings," Words flowed out of the lady's jaw. Words were useless. They meant nothing in this new world. The meaning was gone. No-one listened. No-one cared. The world was different. Everyone was different.

I'M WAKING UP

Walk.
"Talk." Think