Blackfoot Forest dark on me

For @Supernova :-)

The afternoon was cloudy, chilly still very much in the grasp of winter's claws yet it was significantly warmer than it had been. Losely packed snow beneath his ebony paws was particularly wet, almost slushy like as the warmer weather — though warmer was not quite an adequate enough word for there was truly nothing warm about the day — began to melt it. The snow that had clung like a blanket to the limbs of the towering coniferous trees that dominated the shadowy heart of the forest, familiar to the darkling as it was, falling freely in large wet chunks to the messy forest floor previously littered with dead and dying pine needles. In the light of the day the forest was devoid of the eerie calls that the foxes made to one another, the shrill howls that pierced through the shadows, putting off as if they were banshees as opposed to tiny ancestors of the wolf species.

Fiery, golden gaze focused on the familiar, untrodden path before him. He was further now than he'd been from Quicksilver in quite some time, though he doubted the other male minded, cared, or maybe hadn't even noticed. It would not have surprised the darkling if his companion had failed to notice his absence. There were usually more pressing things on the other's mind, Sinaaq assumed most of them dealt with the fairer sex and chasing after them to fulfill his next desire of conquest.

Females interested Sinaaq as much as they did the next male, though the darkling would not have been surprised if his disinterest gave to a different consideration. It was hard to make himself see them, harder still to make himself feel that curiosity, that obsession that had driven him when he'd been in Solia Saturnin's presence. Still, the darkling thought of his fawn colored savior, and still his damaged, fissure ridden and cracked heart, like a mirror shattered and splintered, yearned and ached for her.

Try as he might Sinaaq had yet to know how to kill the thing that was making him ill. He knew no other way to describe in the way that he remained smitten with her despite that she was no longer in his life. To him, it was the same think as being ill. He saw no difference. With a soft huff, expelled forth from his lips with a snaking tendril of white steam, Sinaaq scowled into the distance as he pushed himself further into the reaching and grasping shadows at the heart of the forest, willing thoughts of Solia to leave him.