username; sunnyfaerie
pt name; seren
pt gender; female
what is their hobby?; running.
out on a leaden night, faint shards of stars flecked out against the dusky canvas above, she runs, blurs of the looming darkness and the glittering speckles of the stars and her stars following her; it makes her a little dizzy, staring up for so long with pounding steps, a shaking body, but it's beautiful. at night, the whole world is hers, and she doesn't ever pass up that opportunity. all she can hear is the thrashing of the wind, her heart madly pounding, and her heavy panting, and all she can see is beauty. untouched beauty. pure beauty. it feels wonderful, too, the cold breezes of the night sifting and snapping through her ruffled fur, elation welling up within her as she bounds, free, wild- and she can't help but to laugh, a breathless laugh clattering against her tired lungs, and she collapses right then and there and wheezes and giggles until she can run again.
she can't run for very long all at once, but she loves it.
dawn will come, and she will slow down, still breathless, still stumbling with that gleeful little grin slapped across her muzzle, and she'll take the time to watch the sun breaking into the lightening sky. as a child, she always dreamed of chasing the sun, leaping all the way to its fiery reaches to bat it down below the horizon and let the stars and moon flutter back out with gratefulness; it's a bit embarrassing, really. still, she sometimes likes to act out that dream, and when she sees glimpses of an aureate glow seeping into the sky, she'll burst into a sprint, running, running for as long as she can until she slows and collapses yet again, watching the sunrise in a dizzy haze occasionally blurred by a tear or two of fatigue and laughter. she didn't win that time, she'll always think, but she'll win next time. what can she say? she's a little "childishly dramatic," as others have put it.
the day is wonderful, too. she has a little affinity for the stars and the shadows and colors of the night, of course, but the world is indeed beautiful when painted in sunlight. she loves seeing the glows of the crown of the sky glinting upon verdant flora and canopies, swathes of molten gold sinking into the fields and meadows she always loves to travel to, bright green, blues, earthly browns, speckles of colors blooming for as far as she can see. either in the crisp cold of the morning winds and dew or the heat of the afternoon, she runs, darting over every tiny slope and flower, through any weather- snow, rain, scorching heat, freezing cold? she adores it all. she simply can't comprehend how much beauty surrounds her in the natural world, and again, she often has to stop, tumble, and slow down to simply view it all. and catch her breath, of course.
and, like dawn, she'll sometimes chase the sun as it sets. she imagines galloping as a valiant warrior, screeching out with a battle cry as she beats the wounded sun beneath the horizon to free the springing stars and nightly hues- she'll always scoff a bit at herself for being so ridiculous, but she enjoys it. her imagination is nearly as vivid as the world around her, she thinks. when it isn't, though, she'll take a break and sit. chest heaving, shoulders trembling, breaths gasping, she'll sit, and she'll watch. she watches the colors of the sunset simmer into the sky, a slow burst of the clash between day and night, the heavenly swathes above splashed and dappled with cloudy brushes soaked in orange, purple, pink, blue, yellow, red- it's beautiful. it's all so beautiful. she always does her best to ingrain every perfect picture in her mind.
she wouldn't give it up for anything.
life is tiring and trying. working, learning, responsibilities, relationships: they all grow so tedious after a while. she just needs an escape, something simple, something beautiful to let her consciousness sink into for a while and relax, even through the exhaustion she pushes herself to. fatigue and soreness don't matter, anyways. if anything, they're lasting memories of a good time, a happy time, a time where she was so excited she pushed beyond her limits and simply lived.
sometimes she wishes she could run forever.
