It was a fine day, all that could be heard was the soft crackle of the fire, or the splash of the near waves. The village was nearing it's end, for the world was too. The idiosyncrasy of this whole thing was, nobody was destroying the world, the world was destroying itself. Scarlet had never gone past the village, or anywhere really, she was stuck at home preparing fires and skinning the prey the caught. Tonight, she had a plan. Scarlet waited for the night to draw near, until the sky was a canvas painted with the shallow glow of the stars and moon. Scar let out a sigh, she felt scared. Scarlet was quite fearless, hence why it felt peculiar that she was scared. Scarlet grabbed a torch from her house, biting her lips. "Fear is not to be heard" She muttered to herself, horrified of what might become of her once she left, horrified for when the world comes to an end. So she left, the breeze carrying her fur, and whistling as she walked. It would have been nice to have company, but no, nobody could know she was leaving. . . . It had been years, so many years. She had gained enemies and friends as the world drew to a silent close. The deadlines grew larger, and food grew scarce, Scarlet had raised an image for herself. She became crafty and swift, a thief, a villain, the problem of a plot. She stole and thieved, always scaring her foes. But now, now she had to continue this life. She approached the deadlands, the land that the world has rid itself of, and walked. Pain followed her paws. But it didn't matter. Nothing did She was going to be a survivor No matter the cost. She lift a paw The paw waved in the air fire grew the flame's heat licked her face's fur She lay down, her fur warm. She hid herself in the flames to be left alone, not to die, but to grow. The crackle of fire, she let herself succumb to the mellow thought of sleep, darkness, for tomorrow, she would take the Flame Star
Sorry I didn't write too much, my laptop is at 1 percent ;v;
