Changes In The Currents

The alabaster brute came here for what? He was not sure what led him here: into these woods. His yellow optics focused on everything that they could catch, from the birds to the leaves; everything seeming to be at peace and harmony with one another. The birds sung their elegant, soft tune as the brute gave a small huff. His mate, the one that he loved and cared for dearly, just up and left him. He was upset and flustered why this happened, but he continued to walk amongst the landscape, eyes closed when he could smell a small stream that cut through the woods, the water reverberating through his ears.

"Where do I belong?" He would ask himself, lying down in front of the stream, his claw making ripples in the stream as some fish had swum around him. He paid no heed to them and a few tears ran down his eyes. He missed his old mate, the one whom he thought he would spend the rest of his life with, but, it would seem that she was really gone. He closed his eyes and let his depression take over him.