Zadkiel liked to push himself. He liked to test his own limits and prove to himself more than anyone else that he was not afraid of anything. To do this, the young boy often played mental games with himself that usually involved him asking himself to do something particularly frightening or bold. Today, his game had lead him across a gigantic bridge over the course of about two hours. Now panting and rather tired, the pale wolf smiled to himself, proud of his accomplishment.
But it wasn't over yet.
Getting across the mighty bridge, coated with the slimy ice that could deceive even the strongest minds had only been phase one in Zadkiel's little mind game. It was insignificant to him when compared with his next task. Before him stood a grand building, still intimidating despite it being worn down by time. The rusty chainlink fence and massive plant growth seemed to ward away any other visitors, but Zadkiel would not back down. When he made a promise to himself, he followed through.
Approaching the rusty fence, Zadkiel picked his way around it, his cheeks red from the icy wind that had blown across the island that the prison was situated on. His rough hands made contact with the fence tenderly as though it were some foreign object that required great care. The boy ran his small hands along the rusted metal and soon found an opening large enough to fit through. As he wiggled his way through the hole, careful to avoid the sharp parts, he found himself staring up at the titanic penitentiary, eyes wide with amazement. The thought crossed his mind that if he could draw, the buliding would be a wonderful subject. But alas, those giant front doors were calling his name. However, he'd wait a moment before entering, he wanted to observe the outside some more. Though even as he waited, he couldn't help but feel as though some prisoner was going to walk right out the front doors at any moment.