Chimera Fields The Days of Long Shadows

As was normal of the shadow with evergreen eyes, he beebopped his way through the lands that he had stumbled upon. It was with feverish delight that he caught sight of the deer, but rather than chase them. Long lithe form settled to watch them. He needn't eat right now, and he could observe. Would he hunt if asked sure, but he was happy to just observe too. He could already feel the edges of stories of long past curling through his mind of the deer in front of him.

There was he pale hind that had been hunted and saved. There were so many others. He loved stories. It made his chest ache at times, when he thought of stories of long days past. Of days when dragons and large creatures, bigger than wolves roamed the lands. And it brought an impish smile to his black maw.