≣Locke≣
He smiled at the kind, white fae. "Uhm, let's just say things have been better." He watched as the sun lowered on the horizon. Slowly, the horizon began to eat the sun, and all of its light. It was dusk. The brute noticed how it was still rather hot. The harsh wind blew in his face though, cooling the brute off. The wind also brought a rane of scents. Old scents. Wolf scents. Odd scents. Tree scents.
He smiled at the kind, white fae. "Uhm, let's just say things have been better." He watched as the sun lowered on the horizon. Slowly, the horizon began to eat the sun, and all of its light. It was dusk. The brute noticed how it was still rather hot. The harsh wind blew in his face though, cooling the brute off. The wind also brought a rane of scents. Old scents. Wolf scents. Odd scents. Tree scents.






