10-29-2018, 06:11 PM
[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]Over the last few months, Theo has finally learned what exhaustion feels like. The kind that couldn't be fixed with a few hours of good sleep. These days, he wakes up without a desire to get out of bed; sometimes it's hours before he can make himself move. He'll just lie there, unable to do more than sigh and sometimes think. His body feels heavy and cold. He wishes he could say that he was only tired because of the constant moving, but he's not so sure about that. Though he walks and walks whenever he can, it's a slow, steady pace that leads him nowhere in particular. It shouldn't leave him tired like this. Or perhaps it was more of the reason behind it that slows him down. The Typhoon hadn't suited him when he tried to stay there — part of him wonders if he'll find anywhere that would suit him. This place is far too cold for his tastes, but the lion is mostly numb to the weather by now. He exhales slowly, breath floating up on the air.
Cold white snow blends up into cinnamon red, leaving him a weird puzzle on the horizon. There's a weird little village in the distance, but he knows better than to intrude by now. Hopefully they'll let him sleep.
Cold white snow blends up into cinnamon red, leaving him a weird puzzle on the horizon. There's a weird little village in the distance, but he knows better than to intrude by now. Hopefully they'll let him sleep.