Crazy Angel

Sitri woke with a start yet again for the second night in a row. he tilted his tattered ears back and stood stretching the moonlight hitting his red eyes making them gleam, what he wouldn't do to get rid of that color and that gleam. He hated his red eyes, always set him apart from everyone else. He strode forth from the indentation in the grassy hillock he had made. It bolstered him from the wind and weather. It was all a man like him needed, granted someone beside him would not be bad, but he didn't much think of that, simply because he didn't think it was in the cards for him. He had lovers and lost lovers and now he was just sort of flowing along as best he could.

He looked around once more and slid into the shadows towards the secrets that the spine held. He would sniff out some game trails and maybe find some things that were hidden from years before.