[ diamond in the rough ]

Silence. There was a silence that he had sunken into when he had left everything he had ever loved and cared for, his grip on what he held close crumbling. Now here he was. Alone. In a silence that was suffocating him, one that roared louder than any other kind of blaring noises that nature could produce. Yet, Leviathan refused to go anywhere near the life he had once had. One filled with so much...emotion. It had been exhausting and drained him but...he had felt alive. He felt like he was able to see into a future with unclouded eyes but now all he saw was mist and fog about his future. He knew it was unpredictable on what was ever going to happen, life had it's way of being a trickster when one believed they were safe and sound. Just the thought of him becoming attached caused a wretched twist to his heart, his organ suddenly tensing as he trekked through the edges of the mountain he had climbed during his pointless wandering, his jet black paws softly sinking into the dirt that had melted into disgusting ass mud due to the rain that was now pouring down at him.

As the heavens cries, Levi was forced into seeking shelter a little too soon than he expected. He had been heading anywhere there was a decent pathway — his distaste for getting dirty always controlling him — causing him to stumble into territories that belonged to others. Some had been welcoming, others not so much and he had fresh scars hidden beneath the rich forest green cloak he wore over his muscular form as the former prince sucked in a small breath of the heavy air, his half-lidded steel gaze locked down onto a rather large outline that he managed to spot through the downpour of rain. A town? Abandoned? He doubted it but Levi didn't dwell too much into the options, clinging to the hope that he was able to at least find a place warm and dry. So, through the rain and fog that danced and crashed around him, the short feline began to descend from his path with his cloak softly joined in the dancing as the wind picked up, almost causing his hood to push back. Levi quickly reached a paw out to grip the hood and keep it up but the wet ground beneath him had different plans.

[b]S-Shit!" The foul hiss snapped out of his surprised form as the vampire's grip on the earth beneath him was lost and he slid down awkwardly, his claws unsheathing to find at least some sort of a grip. The slight stumble did not heed to Levi's wishes and only increased the momentum as his claws sunk into nothing secure as he began to roll down the slope of the mountain. His cloak blinded him by slapping him on the face, his visibility now not being able to see what the fuck was going on until a loud grunt erupted from his throat as he felt his body slam into a sharp object. The collide had caused him to finally stop rolling like an idiot but the pain that now electrified him was a result of the impact. The breath in his lungs had been knocked out of him and the male remained still on the ground for a few lingering moments, trying to collect his thoughts. His name was Levi. He had grown up in a landfill. Escaped. Met a new group. Grew close. Fell in love. Lost everything. He was a wandering idiot. He briefly closed his eyes, tired and frustrated even if it was just the beginning of a new day.

One. Two. Three. After those minutes trickled away like the crystalline droplets of rain that rolled down his cloak, the male heaved himself to his full standing form — though it wasn't much due to his lack of height. The throbbing pain that thumped softly within the center of his back didn't really matter as he knew it wasn't an injury that had caused damaged so he was able to move forward. The frustration that boiled within him, however, was how fucking disgusting he was right now. His spiky obsidian colored fur was now licked with mud and rain despite his attempts to remain clean. His pale salmon pink tongue traced over his muzzle to spit out any soaked dirt that had decided to splash against his face as the japanese bobtail locked his attentive cold gaze onto the town that was edged alongside water. It reminded him of a part of his old home, the memory of laughter and parties flashing within his mind and causing his scowl to deepen. His mind was now plagued with the horrible homesickness and nostalgia that ripped through his concentration as he stood in the rain, sinking into an abyss that he was too familiar with.

So he stood there. Waiting in the godforsaken rain.

For a sign if he should turn around and leave.

Or try and see if he deserved a new home.