Totoka River caravanserai

@Arturo!

 

This wasn't really her aesthetic, but she could appreciate it. The sunset was her early morning, the deep reds and burnt oranges like those soft pinks and sweet purples of dawn. They were the golden curtains drawn back for the moon's ascent — she could find the appeal in the last hours of sun's burn, at the very least. Her paws burned from the scratch of sand, and the black of her willowy body cut a moving shadow across the golden coast as she moved, searching for dark shadows and muddy holds.

So far, all she saw was beach and forest. She liked forests, she did, but without muddy waters and earthen hollows, they were without a certain sense of power that she couldn't get over. She, as a witch, oracle, and highborn girl, deserved that sort of haven in three whole ways - if that didn't make her long for the comfort of a black bog, what could? For now, she rolled to a quiet stop at the head of the bright red waters that poured over fish and rock in the sunlight, bright orange as magma against the bank. As dark as she was, she stood out like a sore thumb, but Antigone had never had a good sense about dangers or instinct. 

Instead, she fussed over her reflection in the bright water, pawing her forearm over her dark ears and the fur of her cheeks.