This is my first ever Sylestia story and I hope you all enjoy
Its a short story
Very Short



Every step I take every breath I take I have to fight for, nothing is free anymore. as I stumble through this harsh wasteland of rock and sand. It's not easy it was never easy the sun burning down on me trying to set my mattered fur alight. My black white orange and blue fur never made it any easier. My throat was dry and anhydrous as I try to swallow only having the misery in realising I only swallowed the sand kicked up by the wind. I continue to walk as my empty water bags bang agent my sides with every heart wrenching step I take across the boiling sand, as my paws sink into it like lava encasing its victim into an eternal state of misery. I could end this pain and lay down to the blistering sand below, but something kept me moving it wasnt strength or courage or even wanting to survive it was guilt. Guilt that kept me moving guilt that made me suffer this pain that I deserved. I did something no one show forgive me for and that I will never forgive myself for I deserved this fait and I fully excepted it. Patched I stopped and started to dig at the ground hoping for water begging for it. Nothing was there, but crushing disappointment. This land didnt have water right underneath its virulent rock, there was no civilisation to save me but I knew there wasn't. As I rose to my paws I looked out and saw a sight that made my belly cringe, but only for a second. In till I looked away feeling sick, it was a forest a lush green one with a stream bubbling with pure water but in my dejected state I did nothing but close my eyes. Nothing was stoping me from leaving this ghastly place nothing but guilt, it welled up inside me. I didnt deserve the worlds help someone worthy should have it, I was given a chance to live, a chance I never asked for. As I turned the day began to bow to the night and even though the stars shone brightly I never looked up to them just to the ground the sandy, know cold ground. I eventually settled in a clump of cacti as they ripped away my pelt I lay down annoyed as my wings glowed they would give me away to my predators. Still I didnt care I didnt deserve to be there next meal I'd be surprised if they would bother digging through this cacti to find me. I lay and rest as the night turned colder my wings became warmer keeping my body from freezing at night, and boiling at day. I dont know how anyone could live without them. No many do, I trembled as I realised I myself wouldnt need them if I lived in the forest. I lay my head and closed my eyes even though I knew sleep would never come.

Well written. Will it continue? :)

It might if inspiration hits X3