Hushed Willows reaching up to the maze of light in the sky

@Dawn
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The scent of the sea drifted between the willows, and she filled her lungs eagerly with the bitter salt taste. The inkstain moved silently among the dangling verdant tendrils, feeling their touch feather-light against wild midnight fur. Sunlight broke slowly through the trees, a creeping golden glow in the early morning. Around her, the forest whispered gentle nothings with each caress of the breeze.
She paused to taste the air again, taking in the smells of greenery and life mingled with hints of seawater. Prey scent permeated the air around her, but the serenity of the place had wrapped her in a peaceful lethargy of sorts. The day was young, and she had no desire to feel a life end between her teeth in such a place. An infidel, a cynic, and an unrepentant sinner to boot, she nonetheless felt it a sacrilegious act for herself; it bothered her little if another chose differently, however. Removed from her own sentimentality, the forest was simply a quiet place with trees and food.