Haidar has a minion!

I am just behind the Constellation

Haidar roared. His great mane glinted with the light from several nearby stars, but they did not answer him. He looked about in every direction, but saw only the twinkling eyes of the stars staring back into his own bright eyes.
"You cannot keep me here!" he protested. "Don't you know who I am? I am a Lord; you ought to treat me with respect, not leave me abandoned."
Still, the stars gave no answer. For many long minutes Haidar roared continuously, bellowing complaints and insults for any to hear. But there were none. He was alone. Completely and utterly alone.
Seeing that no one answered him, Haidar shook out his great mane distastefully. He stretched out his legs and extended his claws, ready to spring on the first people he saw. He would make them lead him out of here; he was sure no mortal could withstand his wrath. No one came. After an hour or two - he had lost track of time - Haidar gave up the wait.
"I am too powerful, to be trapped here.," he said aloud to himself. The truth was, although he would never admit it, he had never waited long for anything and did not have the patience to do so now. He had forgotten it all in his seat of luxury, spending his days gazing into mirrors reflecting his own shapely form instead of performing his duties.
Haidar had been known to spend hours preening in front of a mirror. He owned hundreds of various sizes and could spend all day walking past them, stopping to peer into one here or there. In fact, he would become so lost in the joy of staring at his own reflection that he would stop coming to court to hear the petitions of his people.
"I suppose I ought to find my own way out of here," he said, still talking to himself. Then, addressing the unknown emptiness around him, "but if I find my way blocked by any man or beast, let him beware! I have teeth enough, claws enough, and wits enough to defeat any who dare stand in my way. It would be a shame, however," he added, "if I had to disturb my beautiful mane."
With that announcement, Haidar set off. He chose a direction at random and leaped off in bounds. The small lights of the stars went whirring past, but when he stopped, panting, he thought they all looked the same about him. The thought bored him; the only thing Haidar could stand to look at unceasingly was his own image. He loved it so much so that, when his people came forth, begging for assistance when the great blight spread across the land and ruined their food sources, he sent them away, insisting they "ought to bring him another mirror."
"Perhaps," he wondered aloud. "Is that why I am here? For neglecting my people?" This could not be it, though. Jaaric's jealousy had sent him here; nothing more. There was no deeper meaning. How could there?
Then, as if to clear his mind of such troublesome thoughts, he began his charge into the distance once again. Soon, however, he found himself unable to go on. His hind-legs ached and his forelegs trembled to support him. His paws were tender to the touch and felt as heavy as lead. Haidar found himself lying down, unable to run any farther.
Unable to use his body, Haidar contented himself with exploring his surroundings with his eyes. Glittering stars shone their feeble light upon him and he paused, noticing their subtle differences. A few, the smaller ones, gleamed pure white, whiter than the best cotton that could be bartered for. Others had a blueish tint, as if all the colors of the ocean could be compressed into a pinpoint. Still others seemed aflame with crimsons and scarlets, reminding Haidar of a brush fire raging through the land. The myriad of stars and colors surprised him, and he began to feel dizzy with continued gazing.
"Perhaps I shall rest now, there will be time enough to find my way out of here," Haidar said, peering into the shiny mirror at his feet - the only object which came with him on his banishment into the galaxy. "At least I still have this comfort: to enjoy myself as much as I would like. This may not even be so bad after all. However, I will eventually return home to my people, and Jaaric will be banished."
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Haidar groaned and rolled over. He found it impossible to sleep, not knowing whether it were night or day when the stars were his constant companions. He could not count the hours - or was it days? weeks? - since he had first shown up in his celestial entrapment.
A hard object poked him in the back and he got up to see what it was. A small mirror glinted and reflected his harrowed face. Haidar groaned, louder than the first time, and swatted it away. Even that held no comfort for him any more; he longed for something new, something different, and looking at his beauty no longer gave him the same satisfaction.

By: Jaygo By: foxface By: The_Weasel

By: SleepyHead By: Dovahkiin

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