It was all empty. Nothing was happening. It seemed like months since she had last seen her brother, and then that was it. She loved him, even though he was pathetic. A weak scrap of fur the ebony man was, chasing after his useless memories. Keeping to the shadows, all she did was stalk and run. What a bloody waste of her life. She could be doing more, more than she ever dreamed of. But instead she was here, alone in the darkness, cold and abandoned. What point was there of her even being here? Was there anybody that understood her? Was she the only one in this desolate world?
The magnificent maple beauty lumbered through the everlasting night, delicate claws catching the innocent moonlight. A part of her longed for company, though the other part wickedly despised friendship and love. It was like as if she had two souls, one dark and the other affectionate. Who could free her from this animal she has become?
She kept to the shadows. Always. Only a bitter snarl escaped her panting jaw.