Stardancers

Crickets chirped a female born of stars lay on her side, half in the water and a half on land. Lids of black silk were closed over pale cerulean, her chest rising slowly from where she lay. A rattling cough left her mouth, jerking onto her side the female coughed furiously as she kept her eyes squeezed shut. Rising into a sitting position she kept her ears at a flat stand, coughing again she slowly forced her eyes open. Slitted pupils shifted under lowered lids, another cough as she stood up. The lower part of her body was soaked from where she had been laying in the water, frowning she looked around not sure where she was. Tucking her head to her chest she shook herself hard, almost falling back into the water. The sharp burn of an opened wound had her hissing, turning her head she saw the wound that bled freely now. Grumbling she looked over her bracers, the hilt of her dagger visible. She had been hunting a boar the night before, only for it to charge her and stab. How she made it this far into the swamp she wasn't sure, annoyed at her missed kill she forced herself out of the swamp and to walk. Strong legs carried her further, occasionally into shallow or deep water. The stench of the swamp made her want to leave even more, yet she realized that due to the pain and bleeding she had been confused. 

Ears falling against her head she sighed and her pointed tongue flicked over the scales across her nose. Toes spread as she walked, her eyes scanning some of the trees that stood guard, making her really wish she wasn't in this swamp. The shimmer of her coat as she twisted before one of the sentinels made her shiver, gathering up courage she jumped up. With the grace of a panther she heaved herself up, claws gripping the bark with skill. Slipping on the bark as she climbed, fitting herself on a branch easily she curled her tail up and over the branch. Her back to the sturdy trunk behind her, evening her breathing she closed her eyes relaxing fully. 

The wound from the boar now began to ache, even more, her eyes opening slowly again. Sighing she looked down at it, the steady trickle of blood stained her fur. A hole the shape of a tusk at her thigh darkened the swirling pattern of her coat, looking away she stared boredly at the swamp around her. It was then she noticed the crickets had gone silent, the feeling of eyes made her flesh crawl as she sat up.