Forgotten in a world that still whispers my name

Even though the forest had swallowed her whole, the moon still punched holes in the darkness. She walked through various patches, becoming illuminated with each one she touched. It wasn't until she stopped in the largest moonbeam that her vivacity was obvious to anyone nearby. She halted, body quivering all over from the sudden gust of winter wind. Her golden markings were more obvious as she shivered, the tattoo-like emblems on her shoulders and zebra markings on her haunches gleamed as they moved in silent ripples. Golden-backed ears perked intently for a second or two before she cleared her throat. A mist of white air rose in front of her dark lips and she gave a soft chuckle as it took to a weird shape. How fascinating.
With the humor came the business. She caught an unfamiliar scent that was probably known to everyone else used to living in the forest. Bright turquoise blue eyes shimmered and she looked around, wondering if someone would pop out of the darkness to question her presence. Instead, no one came and she remained alone...That didn't mean she was the only living being in the same vicinity.
She scanned the dark, catching nothing but more blackness that wasn't pierced by the moon. Slowly, she blinked, nose working overtime to grab any more of the scent that rose in the cold air. Nothing else was given and she almost gave up, except for one thing... "Do you understand me?" she asked, tones clear upon the night wind. Her Romanian accent sliced the air like her words, a lyrical question that wouldn't be taken back for anything. Curiosity was Pandora's bestie, and she had to satisfy its dying thirst.





"Speech"