Stone Circle bravo six

let’s play how many times can i use this thread title before i realize i’ve used a bunch of times already, lol. also, smol work post to get back into the groove of writing him. <3

rusalka’s patrol is slow, perhaps to be perceived as methodical but in truth a simple routine to keep him from the unyielding grasp of boredom. life has grown slow, predictable. stagnant. and the quiet that has stolen over the stone circle causes an old if not familiar worry to rear its ugly head within rusalka’s chest.

it is an achingly familiar pattern.

how long until the pack dissolving followed?

a discerning eye is cast into the unclaimed lands beyond; lips a terse line as he pauses and considers his thoughts, allowing that particular train to take him where it may while he could.