Arrow Lake ≡ Angel With a Shotgun

@Polaris

It was relatively late in the evening. The hour right before the moon overtook the sky. The wild chirped with sounds of restless animals seeking their bed for the night. Crickets chirped busily in the distance and birds followed the steady wind that carried them home. The heat of high-day disappearing and the soothing colors that denoted the setting of the sun were just beginning to themselves become muted.

 Collision lay atop a stone perch. His head rested lazily upon his paws and his eyes observing nature in her finer moments. The past few weeks had proven to be easier. He had thrown his worries to the back of his mind. Perhaps, simply, he weren’t facing the. It worked. He needn’t hear another distasteful thing about their emperor. The man’s life was meant to be taken by Yuudai. An honor that Collision couldn’t take from him, but as they days tumbled by he was left feeling more and more inclined to take the matter into his hands. The samurai had been gone far past the deadline they had all agreed upon. The slate male was growing tired of the wait. The eagerness to finish what had been started [now] moons ago itching at him.

The silence he sought after now was not something he ever thought himself to hunger for. The quietness of solitude. It was, however, observable that his spirits had been lifted. There was a happier move to him when he was on these outings. The further he drifted from the Vale the more freedom he seemed to feel. There was no doubt in his mind that he belonged among those of his own kind. Similarly, there was no doubt in him that the Reneian Empire and himself would shortly bid adieu.

He released himself from the clutches of his lazy evening and lifted from the rock which he lay. He descended down onto the earth once more and he found himself seeking water. He had grown thirsty bathing in the sun and he supposed it meant his solitary confinement was growing to an end. The male hurriedly crept across verdant earth until a pool of water was found. He would sate the desire he held and then he would seek to return to the Vale once more. Perhaps this time to the Emperor’s head on a rod.