A lone figure walks from a pub on a silent chilly night. dressed in black. they place their hands in the pockets of the jeans to warm them of the night's chilly grasp. Continuing to walk they stop at the juncture of street under the soft glow of the street light marking the corner of pavement. The FIgure feeling a slight pressure falling upon their hood looks up into the dark sky as the pressure is revealed to be the slow starting of rain trying to invade the figures cloth with its chilly temperature, From the figure's stance of looking up the starting of a muzzle can be seen.Characterizing the Muzzle is the long sabers reminiscent of the smilodon species Cyan Blue In Color, Same as the nose of the muzzle. The Muzzle opens slightly letting out a defeated sigh as a fog emits from the sigh showing the chills the night is bringing.

The figure having let out it's silent curses to the late night rain, pulls their hands from the pockets. Bringing them up they pull the hood covering their head in a bit more in a futile attempt to stop the intruding water. bringing their hands back to their pockets the figure takes slow,long strides across the road, not worrying for a stray vehicle to be coming for the town and streets are empty at such an hour.

Just a little Inspiration for a piece I wanna get done someday. Some may call it dark or depressing. But everyone has those days where it seems the world is just out to get them. I find days like this to be, although not enjoyable, the catalys that allows us to truly enjoy the days of Great pleasure or even the rather normal days of just finishing the work required and being able to relax in a warm home whether alone or with someone of close.