Zandora

Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

She didn't know when her wondering was going to stop. She didn't know if it was ever going to stop. Her life had become a reckless pattern of weaving around Helovia, her state of mind even worse. Was she okay? Was she not? Something was off, always off. A deep sigh escaped her as the weight that rested on her shoulders poked her skin to remind her that it was most definitely still there. And here to stay. It was a disease worse then any of the god's could throw at them, a disease that seemed incurable, that was incurable.

She wondered the woods tonight, letting the cool air of Orangemoon clear her raging thoughts. It was so much easier not to think, to simply live in the moment, rather then having each moment sucked of joy and darkened by thoughts. Closing her eyes, Zandora reminded herself of what she had recognized to be her goal, to prevail, to prosper, to live. That she would.

The noise of the world drowned slowly out as only the hum of winds and the rustle of pines could be heard. Her body relaxed in the content aurora of this world, this place, her home. She was going to make it, Zandora would not so easily fade, if she was to be forgotten, she was going to make it hard as hell to do so. She would win. That she would.

Re-opening her eyes, she resumed her stroll through the familiar wood, the wood that so much had happened under the gaze of the wise trees. The sun had set long ago, but the pale colors filtered through the canopy to cast beautiful rays on the forest floor. As she was viewing the array of lights, a round egg caught her eye. Drawn to the shape, she lowered her head and eyed it with curiosity. Softly, she reached out and brushed the rough eggshell, figuring that what ever once lived had expired under the chilled winds. As the definite sound of a crack whistled through the forest floor, the arabian jumped in surprise, her orbs warily watching as the egg continued to break open.

The moon glowed on her black fur, the young creature spilling from her home in a whimper. Zandora just stared at the leopard, unsure of what do to. She was a beautiful creature, a sight to behold. Soft leopard spots shined underneath the blacks of her topcoat, but what was perhaps the most stunning feature, is the two innocent jade gems that rested within her blackened face. Instantly, as Zandora's purples clashed with her greens, did she realize that this leopard, born under the watch of the moon and herself, was to be hers. Slowly Zandora reached out, muzzle brushing her soft pelt as she released a soft nicker,"Welcome to Helovia little one." She whispered tenderly, the leopard's face rubbing up against her muzzle as she returned the love that Zandora had so quickly attached to her little one.

Perhaps love was not out of her reach.



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OCC: anyone feel free to jump in here! This is a really big moment for her :)