Grim Grinning Ghosts

A cold wind blows, sweeping along the dried-up river bed and cutting through Eldritch’s coat like a knife. Clouds roll across the sky, dampening the moonlight and casting long shadows across the land. The male does not shiver in the chilly air because he is used to the frigid conditions and even finds it familiar, comfortable, and reassuring. He stalks along, searching for a late-night snack while also exploring.

Night is when he is the most comfortable, his darker pelt more able to adapt to the shadows instead of standing out like a dark blot against the snowy backdrop. Something strange hangs in the air tonight, a current of danger and excitement that makes the air feel like it is a live wire. Yet, as he continues to move, he does not find any reason for this sensation. Intrigued, Eldritch continues to move, wishing to find what strange sights this night might offer him.


"Eldritch Amarix" | "Latin"