Her fur radiates an omnipotent glow the color of a sunlit sand dune and her eyes glow like a reflection of moon above you both.
As she trots toward you, Astrid treads carefully forth, stepping over rocks, grass and tree stumps she has known for ages. Every step is silent, like her.
When your eyes meet hers, they lock, and in them you see they are not the color of the moon, but it's kin. Her eyes are the color of stardust, obliterated supernovas, and the sunlit dust that drifts into endless space when it falls from collided planets.
"Wanderer, what brings you to my borders?" She asks, her voice echoing in your ears as you would imagine it does on the astral plane where you're sure she hails from.
Astrid pauses in front of you, but doesn't relax. Her fur bristles, and underneath its cherry surface is a down of white so pure you can only describe it as pure starlight. She is of the heavens. She is not of this world.
Her posture demands an answer, but you cannot speak, you are frozen in place. Stunned. From a distance she is a vision, but up close, she is an experience. Just being in her presence is ethereal.
"This land has been and always will be roamed by Shattered Skies. Foreigners are unwelcome. Return, and you will face the wrath of my loyalty to my pack." Astrid says, placing a stern paw on the ground before her.
You turn, suddenly unfrozen, and run. And you keep running until you can't anymore and your aching lungs give out inside you. Because whatever Astrid wants, she will get.
-Cleaver (#11704)
Arctic White
Scattered Foliage [Green]