Boredom

Ludovic meandered through the dense forest, his mismatched eyes shifting restlessly as he prowled beneath the canopy’s shadowy embrace. The morning mist clung to his fiery pelt, trailing like ghostly tendrils as he wove through the undergrowth. There was no purpose in his stride, no clear destination—only a gnawing restlessness that churned beneath his skin. He paused by a twisted oak, emerald and crimson gaze scanning the terrain. He was too sharp-witted to settle for idleness, but with no prey to hunt and no scheme to hatch, his muscles coiled with unspent energy, craving anything to break the monotony.

Come on. Something needed to happen!



"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"