A deadly cold

[Abyss]

(I can)

 

[Viska Deszeld]

(Go on ahead then. ^ ^)

 

[Syrrus]

Sothe reached the village by nightbreak. He had decided to transform his shape into the one slightly closer to being a human. It was easier that way. Even if every person he passed seemed to want to kill him none-the-less. It didn't matter if he tried his hardest to hide his tail and his ears. He figured people simply had to deal with it, would they attack him they'd be dead before they could even hit him.


“Could someone please be king and aid me? I am looking for the castle. No one? No? ...Alright then.”


Sothe sighed and shoved his hands down his pockets, bending his back forward and raising his shoulders up, causing him to look awfully miserable. Perhaps he was a fool to try and stop the great war. No one seemed interested in doing so but him, and it takes two to dance.