Redtail Rise dear fellow traveler under the moon

Atop a jutting cliffside atop the mighty rise, old blood kept a close watch, paws draped over the side and swaying idly with the breeze when it swept by, carrying the scent of rain and fallen leaves. The world around him was changing its hues, marking another season since he had been tossed into the world without his crown.

Vasile breathed out a sigh, peering up to the pouring clouds, tugging his tail in a little closer to his body. It wasn’t much a crown, he considered, as a curse set upon him by people who considered too much and understood too little. No matter his pleas for them to be reasonable, they named him Dhampir, and cast him away to be set upon by bandits and left for dead. He lowered his great head to his old bone paws, a stark contrast to the deep black of his coat. He would be content to lie here for a time, watching the world below, watching the rain as it beaded on his eyelashes. Just…watching.

He would be alright. Everything would be alright, he just had to wait for it to come to him. As he always had.