Violet Eyes

The days were growing sour, empty in this existence as he had no time, no friends near. All he'd been left with, was a crappy routine, unchanged from weeks. But undisturbed only from couple of days, since he'd come back with the things he needed. But these days were enough. Enough to poison his mood like it can happen to a man, who isn't smiling at all for that he's here again - forced to subdue himself to the boring, painful routine. He'd felt like that somewhat, and that was the thing that brought him off from his den now.

To watch the nature's show, lightning up the horizon - instead of sleeping through the storm that came over territory this evening.

A heavy rain, was something that Espada couldn't care less for now. As long he won't find himself tripping on the slurpy muck (that has began to from in some places by now), everything should be fine and dandy, right? With a such thought in mind, his weary paws has decided to snail a bit around - while trying to come down the slope and head to the lake. Maybe because the rain was that heavy, that it made him actually wonder does it's still raining? Maybe it was hailing, which would be a better explanation from a constant bombardment of cones and acorns failing in insane amounts from the trees?

That would be surely an good enough explanation...

But he knew where he'd can hide himself from it, and still enjoy the nature's show that was going on in the distant, lightning the world with the cascades of light and rambling thunder once in a while. And it won't be long for him to get there, as in one of the flashes, his emerald sapphire eyes has caught the view of the old willow tree standing just on the edge of the Saratoga Wood. He would pause there...and think through the rest of his head. God he needed something to do...if only the gods would amuse him this day.