Lone would be the demon that walked across the lands. Snow encrusting the tips of his fur as Autumn was making a seasonal path for Winter's approach. The blood patterned male was growing bored, and was in need of some form of entertainment. He had finished his patrols for the morning, and would pick it back up again later in the evening as he usually did throughout the day. Arietta was safely tucked away out of Glaciem lands, his fathers pride in threats seemingly a failure. He laughed back to that day, did he really think he could be controlled and forced to fear him? "Some way to fill your pathetic scrap of an ego." He uttered beneath his breath. It was pathetic really, for not long after his father fell ill with who the hell knew what. Though he didn't particularly care. He would stop, his pace ending beneath a gnarled pine as amber orbs scanned the scenery. Boring and drab...just as always. He so needed a change of pace...
