Tesseract had disappeared.
Devastating as it was, the last daughter of Mirovis had lost many and this loss had only been just a little more painful than the others. Her father, then her mother, her siblings. He had been her hearts desire, a heart now broken and rehealed. It was a benefit, she thought, of being kin to the Dragon lineage Bahamut had bred into her. The Dragon lineage had always had a habit of tragedy befalling their beloveds.
At least he had not been the one to possess a piece of her soul. She could not brag being as strong as her eldest brother Fenrir. That, she thinks, she would not have survived.
So onwards, she hunts along the borders of Asteraia. She hunts for peahen and quail, for pheasants and other birds who were especially good eating.
She is still as beautiful as when she had been in her absolute prime, though she was now a little past it. Her fangs still sharp, her eyes still keen, her body still so lithe and lovely. She had even been given a final gift from her lost love. Tesseract had inspired in her more confidence in her growing age. She had acquired some of her mother’s nobility. She had grown into her own skin, and now her own mind.
She sweeps through the crater, free and flowing, her long neck and tail making her seem almost alien in her grace. Even her uncle Seamus’s daughter (seen from afar) did not have the same elegance of form - looking more wolf than the cave-born daughter of Bahamut and Jaye.
When she sees the pheasant through the broken sunshine given to her by a copse of regal spring-heavy deciduous trees, she crouches, only bolting forward and leaping to catch the fowl on the wing once it had been clear that it had sensed danger. Her kill was swift and without much more ado, she lays to begin plucking its feathers with a slender and sleek muzzle.
The Last Daughter of Mirovis
[ female - fifteen - unloved, unheld - asteraia ]