10-10-2018, 09:35 AM
If Azazel had seen a meteor shower, he didn't remember it. He didn't remember anything before whatever had caused his injuries. Even with his injuries, being as young as he was, he couldn't sleep. The husky had slipped out of where he had made his home, and his dark purple eyes lifted up to the sky. A streak of white, going across the sky. And then a second. And then a third, and then a fourth, until it seemed as if the sky were filled with them. A gasp escaped his jaws, the pup frozen in pure wonder. He didn't move, no sound escaped him. He was a statue, staring up at the sight that he may as well have only seen once.