The Apocalypse
The Star was quite happy with her transformation into this new world, the already beautiful snowy white woman was now turned into a literal star, a comet, an angel. She was able to fly, to streak the night sky and that she did. Every night she soared through the sky, streaking and getting the hang of her flight. She had become graceful, a gorgeous dancing comet in the night. Laughs and giggles filled the cool night airs around Starfall in the trees as leaves feel. Her glowing appearance made her look rather ghostly she was sure in part, but she didn't care who witnessed her frolics. This was freedom.
All she needed now was power. She wanted to feel craved, the weakness of men at her paws. She wished to be fought for, a ballad of lusting for the title of being her lover. The Star heard rumors of such a place where this went on, where deadly fights broke out into war for a maiden only streaked in color of the aurora. She wished to be apart of such a pack. To be wooed, wanted, demanded even. Her star like eyes flicked over the icy landscape below, a smile as she swiftly darted across the sky of Tarben with a playful giggle. Her glowing paws gently touched down on the borders as her streak from her plume raced to catch up with her. Her head fell back and sent out a ghostly call, seeking entry and acceptance. She was hopeful for a male to greet her, potentially her first of many to play with.
Every Lover’s Got A Little Dagger In Their Hand
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