There is no sign that he shows a sign of slowing.

Itachi Lykoi · 10-16-2012, 08:45 AM

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Shawmon

Early evening stretched its shadowed fingers across the bright horizon, writhing purple, red, and the eventual midnight black. Darkness eventually consumed all, he knew. The man’s cloaked form was not swift as it moved along the northern borders of his home. His gilded pelt was hidden away by the black and dark scarlet of the cloth he was wearing, though the dark gold of his crown was not hidden. It was not he that ought to tread carefully in these lands, but for others. And unfortunately, keen eyes and ears scrutinized the darkness before him. Although he seemed broken and worn, the predator within was awake and aware.

His katana was attached to the belt worn around narrow hips, completely hidden by the impenetrable flow of his cape. The nights were the worst, and there was no use to try to sleep. He might as well do something productive if he was up and about anyway. He was somewhat surprised Siv hadn’t been driven to her edge already by his constant presence. It wasn’t his intention to intrude on her life like this, but she was the one that kept his children alive. And a father had to stay with his children. He owed the dark woman more than he could ever hope to repay in one lifetime. At this time the two young ones slept, and he could safely step out and away, for a little while.

Having time to think and ponder about the abrupt changes in his life wasn’t ideal, but there was suffering always, so it didn’t matter what he did. Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would come over an unfortunate rabbit of some kind to bring home. Providing the little family with meat was the least he could do. Feeling useless was a terrible thing, after all.

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