The sun set too quickly. Shadows falling over the world like a closing curtain, flushing the sun from sight and ending the day before she was ready. Her hands were covered in paint, as they always were after she had covered a canvas. Many different hues flecked her fur, and yet Mati cared little about cleaning them. She figured all the best wore the pain of their art on their hands. Why not she? Trivial as it was, it was all she cared to keep in her mind as she walked. No one was welcome in her thoughts, for it was anger that still consumed her. Anger that masked sadness that filled the emptiness. She felt abandoned, though if she tried, company would be easy found. Still those that matter had in some aspect left her.
She walked west, too much displeasure in her heart to notice the danger of walking alone in the dark. The moon hung above, large and round it work just as well as the sun for a guide. Mati could ignore the shadows, the glow still bright enough to show the lighter paints on her fingers. That was all she wished to think about. Though she wandered towards the pack lands that her brother called home. She wanted to see him, wished to speak to him and yet at the thought of an actual conversation Mati’s stomach turned and twisted. The forest parted, showing her the entrance to a great ocean of grass. She walked among the strands, under the glow and with no trees to guard her.
In the emptiness she was drawn to the center of the meadow. A lone oak stood, and Mati allowed her wonder if he was as alone as she was. All the rest of his kind had receded to the edge of the great forest, and yet he still stood rooted in the meadows soil. The Church girl sat beneath it, and though her feral form would more likely urge her to do so the Optime wolfess tipped her head back. A song, low and heavy called through the branches and foliage of the grand ancient beast. Her voice fought to find the moon, the dark show of sky and perhaps the stars beyond.
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