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The feeling of life leaving the corpse was one she had never been able to experience, a joy she had long wished for. When you were immortal ... you wished for death. In the beginning it might have been fun and cool, that is, until you see the first family member age and die before your eyes. Then your reality sets in. You have to watch them all die and you can't do anything about it. You have to let go of the person you love, you have to watch as they fall in love with their soulmate. You have to watch through your endless years, how they fall and get back up again. You have to watch your family die around you. And so, death is a blessing the immortal crave - for they are forever alone, punished by the cosmic forces to forever suffer for allowing their hearts the ability to care about another being, countless beings.

The darkness was a swift lover, taking her away, faster than anything she'd ever discovered, the cold canine body she had once lived within disappearing and detaching from her soul. She wasn't within her own body anymore, no, she wasn't. The darkness that pressed upon her eyelids ... it was gone. There was a deep red-orange hue against the backs of her eyelids. Sensations of dread prickled through her - no, she couldn't have escaped death! No, no, no! But even she couldn't fight the will of the gods, gods she wanted to tear down and murder for this. She'd been so close to resting eternally!

The feeling of softness hadn't escaped her. Hell, she didn't remember even laying down for her death to have come. She was never weak, she never could be, never could show weakness to herself or to others. She laid there, rage and pain building up inside of her chest, her eyes squeezed shut as helplessly furious tears rolled down her face. The gods were so cruel, she hadn't wanted to be stuck in this cycle anymore. She was pureblooded, she didn't have a choice at all. Choking back sobs, she tried to calm her heart and try to get a read on her surroundings. Everything hurt, but not in a physical pain, not yet at least.

Finally opening sore eyes, she would tremble and draw a deep breath before coughing, startled by the fluttering of wings against her back. Lifting her head to see the wings that made their presence known, she would gasp. She'd lost her wings so long ago, it felt so strange to have that weight there. Blinking at the sight of striped fur, she would flick her tail and come across a puff of fur on the end. Was she a ... cat? A big cat at that, it seemed. Looking at her paws blearily, she would look at the large paws, turning them over in silent consideration. Grunting softly, she would stretch as she rolled from her side onto her belly, clawing at the ground as a stream of curses left her mouth, "God fucking damnit! I'm still alive! What the fucking shit!? This is absolute bullshit you fuckers hear me!? BULLSHIT YOU FUCKING COWARDS!!!" the young almost-teenage lioness would roar to the heavens above in righteous fury.

Stumbling as she got used to her paws once again, the lioness would look around at the surroundings about her, nose scrunched as she caught a sweet scent. It was at that time that her stomach snarled at her and she tumbled forward, desperate to fill the gnawing hole in her stomach. As she greedily plucked and pulled berries and branches whole from the early sprouting blessing, fat angry tears would roll down her face. Her back hurt like nothing else, a reminder of the wings she had lost long ago, the bright and vibrant luna moth's wings pressed to her body, uncomfortable in having a pair after countless years without. Sobbing as she stuffed her face with early raspberries and not-yet ripe strawberries, she didn't care about the sour taste on her tongue. She needed something sweet - and she needed it now. Body shaking as she sobbed, she held herself back from yelling at the sky once more, sobs only growing louder as she continued to angrily stuff her face, stomach howling louder at her.