Dragoncrest Cliffs It's over when it's over

The Branwoda made his way through forests and fields - tried his very best to find pleasure in being alone, even though he had his shadow. But days were getting darker - the sun did not dare shine light upon a wretched earth like the one they had anymore, and therefore the visits of his shadow were few and far between. Luckily he had found solace in watching bugs move about with a real purpose and in the way plants swayed in the wind. They were like him, but not really, and they presented perfectly what had happened to him. He had once been a bug with dreams and a true purpose - helping mother with healing. He had barely seen her since a few moons ago. Perhaps that was his fault, but he truly felt like a swaying plant now. Still kind of steady at the base, but moving with the hardships bestowed upon him.

He cared little for decency as he made his way to a ridge, raising a leg so he could lick his privates in peace. Perhaps swimming had not been a great idea to begin with, for now he tasted as salty as he truly was about the whole situation.