WALKING A WIRE / JOINING

[DARKPRINCE]

[align=center][div style="max-width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 9.5pt; line-height: 1.4;letter-spacing:.1px"]The air is cooler here. Winter has dulled the grasslands, a cool brown color and a pale sky. He can't say that he misses summer, but he's certainly not looking forward to the chill. The world as a whole feels displeasing — a feeling that isn't necessarily new, yet catches his attention anyway with its sheer cynicism. He wants nothing to do with this world or anything in it, but unfortunately his paws still touch the earth; people still see him and speak. His desire to be a ghost had started when he was young and hadn't quite left him yet. It had always been said that that was the easiest way to get things in his life done, except the ending would never be exactly right if they were intangible. Maybe that would be for the best these days — that's not a thought the lion dares to voice. He's lost too much to doubt now (but what else could he lose?).

It doesn't matter; there's too much to list. Dark keeps his head low and does as he's told, and really that's where he went wrong in life. It led him here. Grass tickles his paws and the middle of his legs, thankfully not quite reaching his stomach. He can smell the group ahead of him and slows to a stop, quiet frown darkening his admittedly already dark features. Pale eyes look exhausted and blank. He would be a statue if his tail wasn't flicking behind him, a sign of his annoyance, but he doesn't bother to speak.

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