Raven's Watch Like a jail cell, a penitentiary

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Clouds gathered overhead, laced with smoke as they threatened to drown the world with their tears. Often would the wind blow, bringing with it a burst of heat that made his fur feel heavy with moisture. It seemed as if the ground had been covered in snow only seconds ago, though now not even a trace of white could be located. Seasons were terribly confusing, shifting from freezing to warm in no more than a second, but he supposed he couldn’t complain too much. Each year, the weather would cycle through its various forms, and that couldn’t be prevented. He was lucky, at least, to have found a place to call his home, with @Bane and the others. The memory of the murder that he’d been witness to existed only in his subconscious now, allowing him to better settle in with the rest of the group; they still made his skin crawl, but he could be left alone with them without immediately beginning to consider every possible escape route. Life was, in some twisted way, fairly good.

Meandering along the edge of a lake, he moved without any purpose in his steps. There were moments when he stopped to lap at the surface, quenching his thirst whilst relishing the feeling of the water as it ran down his throat. A few stray droplets fell from his chin each time, rejoining the greater mass and creating various ripples upon impact. Captivated by the hypnotic motion of the water, he watched closely, golden eyes reflecting off of it and creating the image of two small suns glaring down during the night. Where they came from, he knew not; he could no longer recall the face of his mother, whose inability to care for him had driven the child away. Perhaps she had given him his eyes, or maybe they’d come from the father that he had never met. Shaking his head, the wraith rid his mind of the thoughts and turned away from the lake, continuing his walk along its shore.

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