Cry Me A River

He knew no one except for Chrysanthe, so it was natural for Demonio to want to stay away from strangers. He was still rather hesitant about the place that he was supposed to be calling home, so the ivory man stuck to the borders, the only neutral place he could think of where he wouldn't really have to run into anyone and be forced into unwanted conversation. The large man laid beneath a tree close to the border, pale crown resting against his large paws, mismatched gaze hidden from the rest of the world beneath pale lids. Broad chest expanded and contracted with each breath taken, plume curled lazily around his haunches. He wasn't asleep, merely resting. Now a days, memories of his times with his once wife haunted him and the man found himself wanting to be alone. He couldn't bare having someone else witness him going through his pain. Demonio wasn't sure if he would ever be able to heal from the ordeal or if he would ever be able to find happiness with anyone. And he frankly wasn't too concerned anymore. He was pretty much giving up on the idea of happiness. He was resigned with his fate and okay with the fact that he might not ever find true happiness.


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