A little walk away [Lian]
12-13-2014, 06:34 PM
Vitus needed a break. From what, though, he wasn't sure. He didn't know why he felt this overwhelming feeling in the den, or why he needed a break, but all he knew was that he did. So, the first chance he could, he fled. He slipped from the den when his mother was out looking for a father he only heard about, and amalia was doing her thing away from the children. He slipped away from them and left out on his own through the snow and the cold. It didn't affect him too much, not as much as it had before his fur had come in. Being a child of the north he was almost forced biologically to grow the thick coat of fur he had, it was his only way to survive in the cold that seemed to hold this region of alacritis in it's grips. At least, that's what Vitus knew so far. He moved through the snow, leaving the smallest of pawprints behind. His eyes stared straight ahead, the deepest of green and red cycled together. He moved with a purpose but no direction, searching for a place where he could rest his feet and sit in the silence he so loved. The light danced off the snow at his feet, his eyes squinting at the brightness. He hated the light, hated the brightness that hurt his eyes, but he needed out of that stuffy den more than he needed to see without the spots in his vision. His face was void of any emotion, as was so usual, and he continued to move as quickly as he could possibly move. |