Just Keep Breathing

A small trail through the grass fallowed the brute as he walked through with the sun low in the sky. Something about this moment was always the worst. When the sky was covered with the bright and rich orange and pink that came with the ending of the day, the heart went into a fighting mode. The soul realized that this day was reaching it's end and that there wasn't much time left to make it count. It made for restlessness. Especially when there was really nothing left you could do for your troubles except put them behind you. When the world looked beautiful, like it always did when the sky took to being painted it color, it made some evaluate their standings in the world. This is where Sound sat at the moment. After walking for a few more paces, he reached a decent spot where the grass gave way to bushes that where just as overgrown. In the center of the bushes was a small clearing that let the light in. It was there that he took his shelter, and returned to his thoughts as he lowered himself to a setting position. So, he was in a new land. A long way from where he started. Step one, Check. That was what went through his head as he stared at the light coming down between the leaves of the bushes around him. His expression would most certainly be hard to read to any that saw him. His ears where standing up and his brow raised and alert, but his eyes seemed almost void of anything at all, and his mouth a perfectly neutral line. Not a muscle of his body moved save for his head as it scanned his surroundings and his tail sat still around his left side on top of his paws in front. To ether side of him sat a pack, and if he pushed much further in he imagined he'd run into a point where their pack boundaries lined right up to one another. It wasn't a healthy recipe. But then, there wasn't much in the world that was anymore. A stray thought bounced across his mind that perhaps if he joined one, he could heal. But it was quickly snuffed out by the leading point of view that he just wanted to be left alone. Still. All this free time wasn't healthy for him. He knew that. He needed a pack for the time being simply to keep himself busy. Because the easiest way to keep your mind away from dangerous things was work. And so with that in mind, here he sat. He knew absolutely nothing about ether side. He knew nothing about Alacritis in general. So literally this was all down to a simple toss of the coin and nothing more than that. It seemed like forever ago sense the last time he'd heard a wolf howl for pack acceptance, but he remembered his own very well. It had been on a dusty, lifeless field covered with nothing but dirt. And it had been answered by a mad wolf with only one eye. A long time ago. Just another Riddle In The Dark. So with that final thought, he took that tattered little crumple of soul and very gently tucked it away back in it's little box. Just the few minutes it had been allowed out proving very straining on it. And with this, he cast his coin, raising his maw to the firey sky and letting his musical voice take to the sky in one long, solid note. Then with that, he returned his snout to face forward, with the same empty expression as before, body perfectly still. Tail still in place. What would the flip of the coin bring him? Willst du mit mir drogen nehmen?

Ooc;// Tealah, may I just add that you did a perfect job here. The Fonts and colors you picked for this flow with the style of the table absolutely perfectly.