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As of late, everything for the cobalt-eyed creature had been quite lonely and dismal. He had gone through his days with the hopes of finding some member of his family, or at the very least some form of connection within the strange areas around him. He had wandered across several lands that had not been marked by a pack scent, and he had found nothing to comfort him. Janos managed to find his way back in the field where sunflowers had grown in the summertime. At that point, however, they were just as bleak as his days had been. Worse than that, he had filled his head with thoughts of fairy-tales and thoughts of warm spring days. He longed for the warm days in which he could simply walk in the outdoors without having his tail freeze off of his behind. The more he thought of that, the more he hoped that he could see those days and he knew that they were far from sight. The winter was proving to be a long one, but durable, as he had yet to wake up with frost tinged along his fur. Perhaps it was just the desperate mind seeking some form of hope...
As Janos trailed through the winding path of flowers, all of them having frosted over and wilted to the point that they no longer appeared beautiful, he felt his maw curling downward into a frown. It was a feature that had rarely played a part on his face, and yet somehow it had managed to worm its way on there. He knew that he was alone and that he had been without company or comfort for days. Supposedly the Russo family was there, but he hadn't caught sight nor smell of a single relative.
The hybrid had been able to eat and prowl his way through the various territories that were provided but somehow he had always managed to find himself back to that single place. He had not changed his appearance in quite sometime and had remained in his four-legged canine figure, finding that it was most convenient for what he was attempting to accomplish: survival. What he had wanted more than anything, however, was the simple form of a stranger. He had not used his voice in more than a week and was sure that he had lost some portion of it. His sharp mind had yet to be used, and his colorful tongue had simply been dormant within his jowls. A sigh escaped his parted lips as he lowered his rear into the snow and watched the figures of flighty birds bounce around the flowers not ten yards away from him. Janos was quite alone...
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