Greatwater Lake where there is neither sense of life or joys,

the small wraith stirred upright upon his arrival, a dusting of snow clinging to her lackluster fur. iliksis' gaze favored the shape of her slender limbs but his eyes halted at the thin fanning of her ribcage. were there ever any love or emotion spread across his needle-like muzzle it fell from the earth then; his dull gaze pulled from her exposed belly and raked up her chest to her eyes. a sourness seemed to temper his faded tourmaline irises, sitting like some sort of incubus behind his half-lidded gaze.

he blinked slowly and pulled closer to her crouched form. his shadow fell across her like a sinister spectre and he drew his muzzle across the flat of her cheek, a low grumble sounding from his throat. whether it was displeasure or longing, it was not outwardly apparent.