She was sick of this. Sick of the craziness. She wanted Taviora back. The beautiful forest, with the tallest trees, and nothing to worry about. Peace. It was so peaceful back then. No worries other than her sister chewing her ankles.

Now, she had to worry about the damn ground falling apart under her paws and the sky throwing her around. None of it was acceptable.

This dream was not like the others, and Stardust had to make a choice. She still barely understood what the hell was going on. Where she came from, nothing remotely like this ever happened. She could hardly believe any of it was real, but when she almost DIED from a blue crack in the ground? AND it almost brought Kirain with her? There was HELL TO PAY!

Stardust’s cyan eyes narrowed as she stepped through the first portal. The cold is like a punch to the gut. The wind swirls all around with the sky dark, the sun begging to be released. It feels like pins and needles. She feels the energy, the fact that SHE had the energy to fight back…with her voice.

The one thing she was good at.

Yelling.

Stardust bit her lip. Anger washed over her dark visage. Her head lifts, and the bitchiness in her resting bitch face was more bitchin’ than ever. She stamps a front paw.

”LOOK. I am TIRED,” she starts off, her voice perhaps a bit on the soft side of loud…but her next words only got louder.

”FIRST, YOU TAKE ME FROM MY PEACEFUL HOME OF TAVIORA, AND THROW ME THROUGH THE DAMNED SKY INTO THIS PLACE, IMPALE MY LEG, AND FORCE ME TO LIVE HERE WITHOUT MY FAMILY? THEN YOU CONSTANTLY DO TERRIBLE THINGS TO MY BEST FRIEND, INVADE MY DREAMS WHICH IS A PRIVATE PLACE BY THE WAY, AND OH YEAH, REMEMBER THE POISONED WATER? I REMEMBER! I HAD TO YELL AT WOLVES TO GET AWAY SO THEY DIDN’T DIE FROM YOU. HOW ABOUT YOU JUST GET THE HELL AWAY AND LET US LIVE IN PEACE?” she screams, she yells, she shouts, she howls. Her volume is enormous, and it reaches the very skies where the sun seeks out. Her tail is lifted, and the woman of nightly beauty…well, perhaps her yelling…I mean, singing loudly and fiercely, sorta overrides that right now. She was almost beastly, stamping her feet every now and then during her rant.

And oh, does she rant, as she does not stop there.

She keeps going.

And going.

And going.