Noctisardor Bypass in the moonlight

there is an absence of time when wandering, and it is in it abyss of her mind that she loses herself, content to drown in memories often left buried beneath rubble.

but she is pried from the delicate warmth of her thoughts, invaded by the sharp sting of reality and the approaching behemoth she thought to be uktark. her paws do not move, conflicted and tethered.

and by the time she found the reason to move, it is realized that this was not a face she knew. he swept by her like a cold draft, sharp and uninviting, and she felt a stirring of something foreign and cold seize her lungs.

there is a pause, a breath held with careful consideration. and then came the quiet steps behind him, wordless, cautious, yet emboldened by an unspoken intention.