Ellyra
I must become a lion hearted girl
Ready for a fight
Ready for a fight
Leaning into the nocturnal nature of her lioness, Ellyra prowled. She was not hunting, not looking to fill her belly, but her apartment felt too small and too lonely to stay in. The silver moonlight glistened along her golden fur as her muscles rippled beneath with every fluid step she took. It was a beautiful autumn night, and the chilled air filling her lungs was bringing her more comfort than not.
The Celestine was full of enough souls, even with them not being human, to crack and chip away at the loneliness that Ellyra felt in her heart. The sounds of soft snores and even soft chirpings of animals still awake in the night brought a calmness to the lioness that reverberated all around her in tangible, slow thrums of her own purr.
Turning a corner, and glancing up down to look ahead from where she had been looking at the sky, the lioness spotted another. She stopped, her great head lifting and her golden ear twitching.
The Celestine was full of enough souls, even with them not being human, to crack and chip away at the loneliness that Ellyra felt in her heart. The sounds of soft snores and even soft chirpings of animals still awake in the night brought a calmness to the lioness that reverberated all around her in tangible, slow thrums of her own purr.
Turning a corner, and glancing up down to look ahead from where she had been looking at the sky, the lioness spotted another. She stopped, her great head lifting and her golden ear twitching.
Before I make the final sacrifice
