Post by Pyris | Renly Grimm on Oct 4, 2012 18:12:01 GMT -5
The night was calm, the sun had just set and the moon was rising ever so slowly into the sky. It was large, bright and radiant, creating a luminous glow on the land it looked over. Within that land, the large tom sat, perched up on a fence, watching the night sky with his icy blue gaze. Azael found himself doing this a lot, struck deep with thought, lost within his in own mind, watching his day play before him and numerous other subjects. Night seemed to be the tom's favored time, it was quiet and not many cats were roaming. Peace. Peace was what the male loved about this time, no cats staring at him in ridicule and inveighing his existence through their glares or whispers passed to another's ear. He could sit in silence, with no glares burning into him, and actually relax. There was only one other place he could do this and that was at home with his wife, but being inside got dull and being alone sometimes was good.
A sigh escaped Azael's maul finally, reverting his line of sight from the sky to the ground, watching a small cricket run along the road into the bushes on the opposite side of him and a faint smile grew along his features briefly. It was going to be a good night... he thought, he hoped.
A sigh escaped Azael's maul finally, reverting his line of sight from the sky to the ground, watching a small cricket run along the road into the bushes on the opposite side of him and a faint smile grew along his features briefly. It was going to be a good night... he thought, he hoped.