Within the confindes of his hollowed, fallen and burnt log, Rhysis watched the snow hail down from the sky. It was a grey day and even though the sun was high in the sky it made little difference to the shadows which had spread across the lands today. In all, the weather perfectly reflected the black brutes mood, dull, grey and mostly bored. With his eyes as grey as the skies above, he simple watched as the striking snowflakes fell from the sky. He watched them dance around, crash into one another and then land without a sound upon the cold ground. Thicker and more furious it fell, until he could see but a few feet outside of his den. The wind swirled the weightless shards, snatching up those which had already hit the ground and tossed them back into the air. One might call it a pretty sight to watch, but for Rhysis watching the movements had no gratification. He was a cheerless creature indeed.
His mind for a change was calm, numb even from the lack of activity which was unusual for him. It seemed that today was just a day to drift in and out of sleep. To take shelter in the haven of his den and just let the hours pass by until tomorrow came. With a soft sign to himself, he allowed his black lids to fall across his eerie eyes and he lowered his head to rest upon the length of his paws; to the outsider he was invisible and whilst his home was most inviting, no one would be stupid enough to come near enough- would they?
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(This post was last modified: Feb 09, 2012, 08:18 PM by Rhysis.)