Fantasize for Tragedy

Anything you say can and will be held against you
The pale wolf was once again on the move, this time passing through lands that were green and full of life. Those pools of sapphire glanced about his surroundings, rounded audits flicking on top of his crown as the sounds of the birds chirping within the thick canopies over head. Paws would carry him out onto the beach, his toes spreading and sinking within the grains. His banner would flick behind him, and columns carrying him toward the waters edge. He peered down into the water, contemplating a swim before lowering himself within the crystalline water, his limbs carrying him easily into the water. It lapped at his chest and underbelly until he entered enough for it to begin climbing up his sides, and the male sighed softly in content. Eyelids would slowly lower over his eyes, and rounded audits were still listening to the cheerful song of the birds that were not far from him, still within the jade covered canopy of the forest.

He didn't know how long he stayed there motionless, and just let the water caress him as if he were it's lover. Of course, he wasn't. That would just be weird. However, it didn't change how gentle it brushed against his pale coat, or how it seemed to comb fingers through the few knotted tendrils that he retained. Finally, ocean hued optics would open slowly, almost a if he was drunk. He was just extremely relaxed, and for once it was welcome to him.

It was with a heavy heart that the male decided that despite it's relaxing properties he'd had enough of the water, and began to leisurely take his time back toward dry land. He didn't linger in the sand, no -- he didn't want to be picking sand out of his coat for the next three days. So, he crossed the beach as quickly as he could, and crossed back into the green forests. It was here that he paused long enough to shake himself dry, the water droplets flinging about him before he stilled. He cast one last look around before spotting a spot that was was partially in the sun, but allowed him to lean up lazily against one of the tree trunks. He pressed his right shoulder against it, and lay upon the ground with a soft huff. He didn't sleep -- no, he wasn't tired. He did let his eyelids flutter over his eyes halfway, however, and it was here that he rested.


"Talk here."