Blackfoot Forest Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul

@Evergreen

The world would be dark soon. The trees around her casted shadows far taller than the trees themselves. She thrived in the dusk condition. Her narrow and tall form clung to the trees. She even seemed to flutter between them like she, too, was a shadow. Oh how she wished to not be trapped in such a form. It did not harbor the power she felt within. The energy that her sickly body could produce was not the same as the energy her soul produced.

She briefly considered what it would have been to be born as something else. A wild feline with their large paws full of force or blessed with the powerful jaws of a bear. If she could not be graced with such a concept in her next life (for surely she would be given more than one chance, no?) then perhaps she would simply get a better body next time. Not so lithe that she looked as though the wind might knock her over and perhaps a better brain to keep up with those who lived away from home.

A sorrowful sigh escaped her narrow jaws as the nightly choir of foxes began their song in the distance. She really ought to be going.