Her skin is soft and furless, her eyes grow ever more catlike, not for long will her skin remain pale and smooth. Her hair shines red beneath the dying sun. Soon she will belong here, belong to the planet, bound to this place and to her. She belongs to the man in the hat, but not for long, soon, soon she will belong to Karra. She still tastes of freedom. Not the freedom of the hunt, wind in the mane and muscles pumping, a different freedom. Smelling of gunpowder and the space between the stars. Caught in this planet’s grasp, in her grasp, but still dancing just out of reach, like a bauble caught of the breeze and drawing you on. Karra savours the taste of that freedom while it lasts.
In the end, when all is said and done, she chooses the world of this girl, who tastes of other worlds, over her own. It brings her own end, but there’s a kind of freedom in that too. The girl she used to be remembers things the cat had forgotten, tenderness and compassion, things more and less complicated than pure possession. But the other girl takes her back to the stars with her, safe in her heart and this, she is sure, is good.
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Ace/Karra
Date: 2008-05-27 09:12 pm (UTC)In the end, when all is said and done, she chooses the world of this girl, who tastes of other worlds, over her own. It brings her own end, but there’s a kind of freedom in that too. The girl she used to be remembers things the cat had forgotten, tenderness and compassion, things more and less complicated than pure possession. But the other girl takes her back to the stars with her, safe in her heart and this, she is sure, is good.
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