Jensen and Kyonna (Closed RP)

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/MDv4p.png] Spring. Finally. Jensen couldn't get enough of the air into his lungs as he patrolled the streets of the Market District, his red cloak finally able to billow freely behind him. In winter he walked often with it folded around his body, protecting him from the cold--especially the large bare patch of skin down his left side, where the fur would never grow over the scars. Walking with it wrapped like that was awkward, even if it did keep him warm. Winter had never been a favorite season of his. Though there was beauty to be found in the quiet snowfall of a morning, it made his job as a legionnaire quite miserable. He'd spent many cold days standing at a post, or patrolling through thick snow, sprinting through it to catch the frequent thief or criminal. Winter was a heavy season for crime, as many without much money were driven to stealing just to survive the cold, harsh months. But spring was different--even though Jensen's job had not changed, and he was trekking down the path on patrol as he had been doing since he had arrived in Gweillan. The mud clung to the fur of his hind paws as he walked upright, though it felt so good compared to the cold, biting snow that he welcomed the feel of it against his fur and skin. His black sword flashed as it caught the sunlight, and he glanced up to once again appreciate how blue the sky was, how warm the sun was becoming as it looked down on the morning market, not hampered by the lazy white clouds, like puffy albino kittens, which drifted on a light breeze. He was on duty, of course. Most of his life was spent on duty, as a legionnaire of the first order, but he loved his job. It was why he'd stuck to it without complaint all through the winter. He spent his whole life helping people, stopping those who took advantage of any who were weaker than they. He had never imagined anything like it before he had arrived in the Kingdom less than a year ago. He continued his rounds, breathing in the fresh, slightly floral after-rain air as he let watchful eyes scan the market. It was already starting to get busy as cats stirred, as merchants opened shops, cooks and bakers called for patrons, and entertainers set up their stations to begin entertaining. He saw and enjoyed all of this, though he was not so enthralled that he forgot his duty. He would remain watchful, distant as he roamed the growing marketplace, though he couldn't hide the slight smile from his face. Though he knew nothing was ever going to be plain peaceful and devoid of crime, spring was definitely a change for the better.