Sunset Valley οι πεσμένοι

aw w/ a new man!

the north is cold, bitter, and uninviting. dreary as thick, grey clouds cloak the sun. the titan's steps are heavy and slow; upon his shoulders rest a thick bear hide, it's claws brushing against broad shoulders. his tracks would be covered soon, should snow decide to fall. 

heavy head hangs low. bitten and cropped ears on a swivel, his guard never lowered. the mountainside and broad, its peaks hidden by the cover of cloud. he's snug against it's side, tired eyes searching for an opening, a cave. 

and when he finds one, he slips inside. sheer size making the cavern a tight fit, but it would have to do for now. a temporary reprieve as he could both rest and gather his bearings. the man settles near the mouth, his form half-cloaked by shadow. 

he settles with a heavy, tired sigh. shaded eyes watching the clouds swirl above.