The Sentinels Bluesy Backround

@Lasher

 Here. He was here now. he couldn't change his past, and he had to wait for the future. So to pass time waiting for the future, he stood there-here. His large paws were spread out on the ground. His charcoaly blue fur was whisked in the wind like the branches of nearby trees. His elegant figure stood out among the night, as the blueish tint caught the moonlight's gleam perfectly. His eyes fluttered shut, then open again. His hazel-like eyes had a gleam in them. A gleam that showed confidence and fear, the oddest mix possible. His mind wound with the thoughts of past. But he couldn't think of the past, because every second was the future. So how could he wait for the future if the future was every day,hour,minute,second,millisecond? He couldn't. So there was no such thing as waiting for the future, as the future was every breath, heartbeat, blink. There was no such thing as waiting. He couldn't wait, as he was here now. He could only be here, in the present, yet the future. He had to shake his head, as the thoughts were endless circles of nonsense, yet sense. There he went again.What truly did determine nonsense or sense. Ackh, that was a question for another day.