The night air was cold, and few noises bothered him on his stroll. He often came here when he deigned to sleep, though he usually enjoyed the challenge of keeping himself awake. He used the time to travel, it was the only thing he liked to do. Conversations bored him, romance was lost on him, and reproduction was of no interest to him.
The dried, dead ferns and twigs below him cracked with each step, though he wasn’t too concerned with keeping quiet. If a passerby heard him wandering then so be it, they wouldn’t get much from him aside from a huff and a turned back.
His gaze shifted upwards, peering through the tall trees above him to see what little of the sky and stars peeked through the thick foliage. He drew in a long breath, the chilled night air filled
his lungs and he allowed himself to settle on the ground, eyes heavy and coat dusty from his long journey.
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@[Bruja]
The dried, dead ferns and twigs below him cracked with each step, though he wasn’t too concerned with keeping quiet. If a passerby heard him wandering then so be it, they wouldn’t get much from him aside from a huff and a turned back.
His gaze shifted upwards, peering through the tall trees above him to see what little of the sky and stars peeked through the thick foliage. He drew in a long breath, the chilled night air filled
his lungs and he allowed himself to settle on the ground, eyes heavy and coat dusty from his long journey.
—
@[Bruja]