“We are not always what we seem, and hardly ever what we dream.”
Creation is a tiring process, even for the most powerful of beings. She at least expected it would be. After all, it takes three days for them to generate into any viable form of life. On top of that her sole reason for existence was adorn upon her brow and that alone would be her undoing should anything happen to it. However, it wasn't her kinds creation that held her mind captive for the time being. What created the world in which they lived? She was well aware the process it took to bring one of her own kind into existence, but what of the ground in which she stood? The other creatures that lived among them? The flora and fauna, what of all that? It wasn't something she had actually thought about before but now she was curious. And why shouldn't she be? It was a completely logical thought to have, wasn't it? She wondered if anyone else ever thought of such things or if she was just mad. Should she share her thoughts with anyone else? That was a debatable subject and she doubted she'd ever mention it to another.
She was laying among some soft moss, her delicate head resting upon her scaled legs. Her gaze was focused on what laid beyond her dens entrance, her eyes watching the branches sway in the light breeze and she exhaled lightly. Spring was in the air and with it growth and renewal. She had felt like being a little lazy today and wasn't regretting her decision in the slightest.
Extending her toes, her claws sank into the moss and she lifted her head, jaw extending as she yawned, and decided she'd leave the comfort of her den after all and go for a bit of a hunt. She figured she could probably get a rabbit or two to bring back with her. Sneaking forth from her cozy little den she shook herself, feathers extending outwards as if being released from a tight enclosure.
With a flick of her ears the tailless female strode forth in search of some food and water to nourish herself with.
“Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.”
