Tomas had not been to the springs often, but the warmth of the summer and the heavy low fog below the valley made the drifting early morning something rather beautiful to waltz through. There was a hunger in his flesh, his mind craving the antics he had been scarce successful in. The nose took to the air, as his observations chased him.
An action was a tedious thing, and he found himself craving such a medium. It was nice to have some direction that had actually surged through him enough to get his movements true. His eyes drawing back along the smooth lines that would take him back toward the lake, inland of the mountain. Toward the caverns with so many young he could barely count them.
It was a frightening thing to imagine the way this had all come to pass, but his half smile played on his feet as he walked. Eyes lingered on the edge of the cliffsides, looking down below at the bank that would happily suffocate any visible color. It was like it was a terrible omen, but be damned if Tomas wanted to look at it in such a way.
Feb 25, 2018 07:42 AM
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