Blue Monday
The sky wept in a silent drizzle. It felt more as though Valkorion were walking through a misty fog than rain. The day was gray; the cloud the wolf was traveling though blotting out the sun. It didn't bother the smoldering brute, he was content with the weather, it matched his soul. There was a strange comfort in this fact. Some might have found it depressing, but the fallen Agnivo found it refreshing. He was cooled by the touch of the cloud. The way the particles of water clung to his pelt as if they were attracted to him by a magnet. It left his scent muted.
The wolf's tongue flicked over the damp earth. It was a quick motion as he inhaled. There was not much he could gather from the moist earth. A sigh left his chest as his head rose. Blood soaked eyes narrowed as he examined the small meadow. It was lined by rows of tall trees, their color fading from bright green to brilliant reds. In the Southwest, rising above the trees, the peaks of old stoned remains. It peaked his interests. The things that the humans left in their wake had always intrigued the man.
Valkorion stood still, just his chest moved as he breathed deeply. He hardly blinked, only when the droplets on his lids grew heavy did he let his eyes flutter. He was content with watching the way the clouds moved above the trees, the way they billowed around the castle, and swallowed the rest of the horizon. "Let the darkness sleep"
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