Broken Angel

His ebony coat stood out from the snow that had begun to melt a tiny amount, but, there was still snow upon the landscape which made his paw pads crack and bleed from the frozen liquid. The young brute's emerald and topaz optics shifted over to what appears like a rundown ship or something, kind of like what his mother had talked to him about when he was back home.

He approached the ship, walking inside as the dust surrounded his ebony nostrils, causing him to sneeze multiple times. Aeolus had been alone on more than one account, and he was beginning to feel fed up for always being turned down from those who said he would look after him until he was old enough to leave. What was wrong with him? Did they find something or see something in him that he could not? Such questions caused him to growl angrily, more angry at himself for anyone else that had taken care of him. His paws clicked upon the wooden boards as some were loose and squeaky due to age. With a small sigh, he lied down on the ground and curled into a ball, the darkness inside engulfing him as if he were inside a shadow. He was broken, and he was not sure if he would even get out of this spiraling depression that ate away at his heart and mind.