Carry On

Drevin crept along the ruble and debris left from strange creatures of the past. His pale amber eyes narrowed slightly against the harsher winds of the higher altitudes. "Damned winter conditions in the spring." He hissed under his breathe as he pushed on. The silent and emotionless wall of a man stopped to take a breathe and scent for prey. He hated heights but was not scared of them. It was a rather complex way of thinking for him.


A small and creepy chuckled omitted from his muzzle as he looked around. His fur bellowed slightly in the winds. He found what appeared to be stairs leading downward from the high altitudes and he contemplated going down them. Though the wall was just a giant rock, Drev saw it as something completely different. He had a creative way of thinking. It was like 'don't hug me I'm scared so I'm going to roll your heart in gold glitter and bake a cake out of it' type of thinking.