return [...] neverland

[cavalrychoir]

[align=center][div style="width:60%;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;text-align:justify;line-height:130%;word-spacing:-0.5px;letter-spacing:0.5px;"]The large brute that is Renegade could be found roaming around the territory. He could have past the time by sleeping or trying to be useful in someway or another but he just didn't feel like it today. Taking it slow and going on a walk sounded the most pleasant so that is what he did. With nothing by the gentle autumn breeze in his fur and thoughts, haunting thoughts to keep him company, the demon placed one large paw after the other. Pointed ears were angled attentively forward and his expression was hardened after many months of torment - physical, mental and emotional. Even alone he is unable to fully drop his guard in fear he'll revert back to his old ways. He wasn't a good person, he cannot stress that enough. He shouldn't be trusted... He doesn't even trust himself. He's many things but merciful isn't one of them. Many times his large, muscular form towered over those he found inconvenient and many times were his paws stained red from said inconvenient individuals. If someone asked him back then what where he saw himself in the future, he would say in a powerful position. Now, if someone were to ask him, he would say dead. Hopefully his corpse was used as fertilization for the plants and possibly sprout a flower or two. That way, at least one good thing came from him being alive.

Thoughts like that keep his mind occupied in both his sleep and waking days. But that all seemed to stop momentarily when he came across a small fox. Or maybe he was just large. Whatever the case may be, there was a drastic size difference between the two and Ren desperately didn't want to frighten her. He had just barely heard her call and came to investigate, it hardly requires any sort of intimidation. Stopping before Kiira, he stared down at her for a moment before looking away awkwardly. He liked kids, he really did, but he had no idea how to handle them. Collecting himself, cold dark red eyes returned to the child before him as he rumbled. "Is there something you need?" Maybe she was lost? Where were her parents? She really shouldn't be out here alone.