take me back to the night we met

Miach silently moved along the brim of a high dune. The moon casted its cool beams down upon his crimson form which seemed to make his lighter markings pop. Blood red Praetor eyes flowed along the surrounding sand with mild interest. Upon coming back to these forsaken lands the cursed beast hadn't made any friends.. Not one. Perhaps he was truly doomed to live such a dismally boring life. It wasn't as if he was outwardly putrid enough to ward off others.. Or was he so blind to his own self? Depressive thoughts of self doubt and anxiety often consumed his riddled mind especially in a place so barren making him feel even more lonely.

The silhouette of a Wolf fell into his crimson view. Hefty pad falls never stopped as he continued to walk in the stranger's direction at a slow saunter. Miach took in her foreign scent as he took a moment to eye her very unique fur pattern. Obsidian was the base and alabaster invaded her form like a divine plague. It was as if a hellish ghoul had been kissed by an angle. Dark and light fought upon her fine locks. The babe's pelt with intriguing enough for the usually very quiet beast to draw closer. A curious look was tossed her way as the Adravendi stopped at a polite seven tail lengths away. "Greetings miss."

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