Luneshale Pass Desolation. [mp]

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Heavens. Heavens. Heavens.

She feels- distress. And she hates it. She hates the confusion most of all.

With gnashing, grinding teeth, she saw the flurry of twisting bodies.

The roads of the palace, burned with prints of the rioting.

Golden, sickly sunlight on a tranquil day.

The Queen on a high throne.

Entertained children.

Delighted laughter.

Tumbled bricks.

A split of masses, adorned with cracked dunes.

She saw the Queens face- oh, how the

Queens face was being burned inside her mind.

Herself, and even Senmut, stargazing an empty ceiling of uncultivated beliefs.
And smiles that twisted into broken jaws.
Gold and red.
Rich and poor.
Her mouth groaned disturbed whines, her paws extending and her chin pushing down to her neck until she did nothing but nuzzle herself into the bed of it. Her jaw stretched open, open..

Her eyes burst open.
Her body shot up and she lunged for the Queen. 

Ears in stress, teeth to wild snaps that never landed and a belly that had hardly left the ground. Growls, warning snaps, cries that urged to defend her defense as she scrambled backwards on unsteady paws. It all happened in an instant. Teeth that never landed, and eyes casted to a vicious cycle of fight until she’d quickly backed herself from threat, threat..
Strangers..
Threat..
Queen.
A soft gasp left her lips.
Those nasty, terrified eyes shattered to gentle and she stiffened.