Moon in the Snow

There had been recent activity in his habits that was rather odd to himself. I've been traveling at night. It was something he had started when he had become banished from his home. The ebony and rust laced brute walked upon a fine line this night, rather than walking on the snow he drug his massive paws across the ground. The effort to make as little sound as possible had become more of a subconscious habit rather than thinking about it all the time. The world around him was just scenery in his silent journey to explore. His shoulders would ripple as he trotted through this maiden lands, viewing the world from his one good eye as the man looked to the moon, shrouded in storm clouds.

This was a land that had been claimed by another. It was an ancient tradition that one not cross the boundaries of another's home, however, that was merely a formality. In his world, there was no such thing as being formal and he had zero interest in being in such a state. In his head why should he respect someone if they wouldn't attempt to respect him? He had slipped into a haze and before he knew it a wall stood in his way. Interesting. The brute would look left then right as an examination took place, his left brow furrowing as movement upon the wall caught his turquoise orb. His half right ear twitched, walking back into the shadows from which he had come. How alert are you? The thought crossed his mind and he would purposely walk into a branch, snapping it before ducking back into the shadows. A gust of wind hit the wall and came back in his direction, thus bringing an entirely new scent to his nose. So there is... something else here.

It didn't matter. He would continue walking in the shadows, before coming to a stop in a clearing for the one on the wall to see him; although ignoring them was easy. He'd simply look up to the hidden moon once again.