For what its worth, got no lover
10-14-2013, 11:55 PM
It was frozen, even more so during the winter and it made him laugh a little bit. He couldn't smell because of his nose injury, but the others were still healing scabbed over at that. They wouldn't scar apart from the one that added a cross to his shoulder. He felt like an anti-Christ now, it was rather enjoyable. He flicked his tail as he trailed the wall, he had killed here once, and had even found two bodies not of his own here. And it made him laugh that he wasn't like that anymore, he still enjoyed killing, but didn't do it as much and wasn't strong enough to do so. His two different colored eyes looked over the horizon covered in snow. The scar under his eye making it probably the first thing most would look at. His tail flicked back and forth as he sat down to rest. Keeping his head alert for threats, he didn't trust the world still. Old habits die hard, but he still had them. He narrowed his eyes, burying claws into the dirt, and trying to keep his grip in it. Speech, |