Moments Of Chaos

It was fucking cold. Cold as all hell. The snow that fell from the sky clung to his coat and weighed him down. In all honesty he was starting to feel like a walking snowman. No matter. Once he found himself a den he would be able to bunk down for the night and get warm once more. Then this wintery weather could go to hell. The thought of his sheer willpower being enough to change the weather made him smirk. Wouldn't that be a riot! He would throw back his head and let out a laugh. How he amused himself!

Through it all however Forsaken had to wonder what had happened with his family. Why... he hadn't seen them since he was a pup! He had been a slave of Arcanumn for a period of time but had not seen hide nor hair of them. Such a shame the family got split up the way it did. But they were still out there. Forsaken was sure of it. He'd breathe in, taking the steps into an abandoned den. He'd shake his coat out before flopping down.

Finally a moment of peace!