Deepwood Weald suamrnaktuk ≯

The days were anything but slow. They came and went without a care.

Aatrox had no qualms with this. His time had been spent traveling, observing closely what surrounded him.

Though the raven once had a plan, his prior ideas had faded. Now, he felt lifeless, lost without purpose. 

Maybe this would change; maybe it would not. Only the future would know this, for he himself could not.