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The place held a wonderful silence something he wasn't able to attain in a long time. His breath came out in ragged puffs as he lightly stepped around graves careful to tread over them something his mother had taught him not to do believing he'd be cursed if he did. Well, his mother believed he would be, he did not. What a silly woman his mother was. His steps stopped as he settled if front of one of the few graves that hadn't crumbled away and crouched in front of it as he pulled part of his shirt back up his shoulder as it slipped down his arm from the movement. He glared at the words carved into the stone trying to figure what it said, though he could speak it he could not read English.
He continued to sit there mouth moving as if trying to mouth the ineligible words, but he soon grew ever frustrated standing up and giving the headstone a good, swift kick before leaving the spot. Who needed to read it, anyway? English was a lesser language compared to the beautiful words of Italian in his mind. As long he could speak it he didn't need to read it. He moved along silently glancing at headstones here and there until he stopped again, looking up. An angle statue carved out of black rock stood before him parts of the wings broken off over the years. It was grounded. The boy stared up at it fascinated by the piece having no clue what it was.
Eyes squeezed shut and he turned shaking his head to clear his head before moving on again. He'd been to distracted lately, curiosity too high. He continued to look around, even if the silence was all too welcomed it was slightly eerie. Knowing that ever tiny remains of something that ruled the world so long ago was too present in his mind. Bao knew little about "humans" and glad he did. The boy did not like that fact the something ruled the world before the canine it irritate him a lot in fact. Then again a lot of things got him miffed.
Another clear, ragged puff came from his mouth as the winter's chill finally start settling into his body. His fur wasn't thick to begin with and his winter coat was only slightly thicker leaving him vulnerable to wind's cold effects. A groan rumble din his throat as he leaned his head back when he came to a sudden stand still as he remembered the statue. The piece struck something in him making him feel frustrated and not knowing what he wanted to do about his current status. Alone in a still unfamiliar land and not able to do his "job" made him feel a bit empty, a thing without a purpose. Another groan echoed, he had to stop thinking about his worries. He'd surely find what he had to do soon.
Another cold wind swept over the area his shirt and tail flailing limply in the wind giving him a little shiver. Bao lowered his head and looked around which way did he come from? He gave a snort he wouldn't worry about it now. Pressing his ears back against his head to shield them from the cold he wander deeper into the cemetery.
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