He had been lost for quite some time now; but alas he did not show it. Time passed by rather quickly- his fiery gaze locking upon all of the new scenery. Winter had finally come to an end, and with that spring would take its place. The earth was going back to its fresh greenery, the skeletal trees now possessing leaves of various colours. The boy wanted to start new- but most Importantly make a name for himself. As of late he has no home, no refuge where he can pass by... he is simply a wanderer. A tamed zombie, gormless but always moving about and not taking in what he needs to do in the future to stay alive and healthy. The oceanic boy was having way to much fun alone, having always been in the company of family having a life as a rouge was a huge change. He would stop in the weeping woods. Swivelling his large crown side to side Novaro would choose to take a moment to rest. His lean legs not able to take much more. His muscular frame would lean again a tree, his Bright blue pelt giving him away; everything around him was so dull and he was so... not. Though, thats what Nova loves the most, being different to the scenery. Who knew what'd happen if he met another that holds so much beauty, would he adore them? love them? hate them?
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