One with the shadows around him, Dorian glided silently like a phantom across the darkness they provided. Obscuring his fleeting form while light tinted limbs thrummed over the softened soil beneath in a rhythmical pattern as coral tongue dangled off to the side between the leathery lips of his parted maw. Beams of moonlight striking between trunks of soldier like Cedars that were easily skirted around. Laughter in its purest form escaping his vocal chords to flow out into the nocturnal world like a child sharing a secret with a friend. In Dorian's world, though, the shadows were his friends. The abandonment by his parents, the death by his paws. The shadows witnessed it all and cast no judgement. Instead, offering the lad the protection he sought.
Exhausted pads came to gradually slow as the sound of running water filled his eardrums. Chest heaving with the effort of bringing in new oxygen to his lungs while single optic scanned the surrounding foliage for signs of others. Unlikely as it was, there still ran the chance of a stranger stumbling onto his path that humid night. Only when the darkness deemed itself clear did he dare search for the source of water. A trickling stream weaving its way from beneath the mass of a fallen tree caught his attention as it glistened in the pale moonlight. "It's beautiful, isn't it my friends?" He spoke aloud to nobody in particular. Lost in his fantasy world of make believe where the shadows around him could talk back like living beings themselves. Imaginary friends, if you will. "You'd best drink up while you can!" urgency lacing his voice only to be silenced by the delicate lapping of his tongue across the crystal clear surface of the stream. Soothing the dryness of his throat.