wings of a moth ;; open to everyone

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Of forgotten kindness and ruined spirits -

the moth winged feline was gliding through the air with grace and ease. barely flapping here and there to keep herself up and going. she was not alone, as a darker moth winged feline seemed to chase her through the sky. a jarring scree leaving her maw as she dove down to the river below. pulling up as her paws touched the water and darting into the trees on the shore.

it was clear that these two were playing some weird game. yet, to them it was a struggle for life and death. one not wanting to harm the other. both wanting to be right. this game was more than just a game to them, but to outsiders it was nothing.

the female lands and turns to watch for the larger feline. waiting. the antenna on her head twitching. mutations making her an off thing to see. the woman watched the way she came from. waiting to see if he would come after her still.

speaking

[sub][W]isker[/sub]