Fight Back the Nightmare

OOC: Liquid time set during phase 4 of the Long Night.

Romulus had begun to accept that this was just the way the world was going to be from now on. Eternal night, a blanket of swirling stars and auroras in place of blue skies and sunshine. Crystals and mushrooms as far as the eye could see. This was the new normal. Or at least, as long as it took for the world to finally succumb to the darkness and die. He'd managed to recover from his crystal plague, but the world still seemed worse for wear. Would any of them manage to survive this? Was this the end of days? There would be no way of telling, but it sure as hell felt like it. It really made the young Armada wolf question what he was doing with his time. Standing just beyond the gates, gazing out across the vast emptiness of the plains surrounding him, lifeless and barren. Artorias had ordered all Hallowed wolves to remain inside the castle walls, but with the plague seeping into their home, that seemed counterproductive. At least out here he could be proactive.

Silver eyes turned to look back at the castle, illuminated bright, just as the Aegis had ordered. A beacon of life and hope in the otherwise never-ending darkness. It made him smile slightly. He was proud to be a part of a pack with such a noble goal like offering shelter and aid to those who needed it. Sadly, none had come to them in the dark of the night, and Roman hoped that meant everyone else was faring all right. Still, a quick little night patrol couldn't hurt, and his legs could use the exercise after being bedridden for so long with his illness. But he wasn't going alone. Lifting his muzzle, he gave a short, quiet call for Lillith, beckoning her to come join him for a midnight stroll. After the wonderful night they'd shared together recently, Roman never wanted to be apart from his soul mate ever again.

WC: 331 / 1500

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