Blackfeather Woods you're lying with your gold chain on, cigar hanging from your lips

He had wasted the day and when the sun finally settled, he emerged into the world. He was cloaked in shadows as he weaved about the territory. A few pesky birds squawked at him as if scolding him for being up so late. He simply offered a gentle tsk to them and carried on his way. The pale man made his way towards the borders where he finally halted. He had no interest in going out tonight. It is here he belongs, no further.

For a few moments he simply stood still before he moved again. Kalganov made his way to a tree where he proceeded to harshly mark it with his own nails before he emptied his bladder on it. Slowly he made his way around the borders, wondering where he might lay his next mark.