His hatred had grown down a bit since a series of event perspired. He left Amenti to it's own devices, he had tried to be loyal to Newt, but not he was kicking it on his own. The slender male had noticed once again that he would never ever fit in with the rest of the world. He didn't wish to die, but he was still the outsider who wouldn't ever find a small doorway to get in. Miharu would never have a happy life as he saw it anyway. Not with all those lies that gripped at his mourning heart made of pure steel. His paws dug into the stone has he hopped from one location to the next. This place reminded him of the land beyond the snow, his old home. Where structures decaying just like this sat. With their tall lounges and inside being burned away by time itself. His turquoise eyes held interest in the buildings, if only a little anyway. The gray splashes on his face were odd, not to mention his firey red ears and tipped tail. He was handsome but thought nothing of his grayish blue body. He moved like a snake, and his footsteps almost invisible to the ear. He had been trained since he was a pup to conceal his presence it had become a natural occurrence in his footsteps. He also was a keen fighter, his fighting style probably stranger than most since his heritage of ninjas. The lost prince wanted nothing more to do with his past even though he refused to forget any of it.
There was a sound nearby, barks, and maybe even a meow. Causing the male to lower his body and move closer. When in his sights came a cat, and a very large canine, a dog not a wolf. It was probably the same size as he was, and the cat, was a lynx. The scent rubbed off on his nose and they were lucky it wasn't the night hours. Otherwise he would have considered killing, and eating that lynx. His eyes narrowed at the strange dog, twitching his tail as he felt his quiet movements stir. Miharu got close enough before standing to his full height and pushing a rock with his forelimb forward. He had the higher ground, on a large slab of rock over hanging to the canine. The stone fell on every piece of ruin on the way down making a large sound of noise. He looked at the canine below with his emotionless eyes. "It's not everyday you see a dog hanging around the world of Alacritis." He spoke in his monotone voice. Flicking his tail as he splayed out on his stomach both front paws hanging over the edge of the tall slab. Which was probably six to nine feet off the ground from where the canine was standing and playing with its lynx.
