Lion of Prideless
Played by Twesh

Sometimes you get what you ask for. And sometimes you get what the world wants. And it's not always fair but it's what you're handed. You take it and say thank you good or bad because at least life is letting you know you're alive. Vermillion had life in him, had life around him, and reason to be thankful to spirits above more had not been taken from him. What ground he walked upon did not matter; who walked beside him did. He was... dare he think it... happy.

Which was usually when life liked to smack you upside the head with something. He was braced for it, waiting for it to come day after day. And it was getting tiring, it was imparting on his ability to love and cherish this paranoia. Relax A smooth voice would tell him. No another would crow back in a scratchy voice. He swallowed loudly, a gulp, followed by a sigh intermixed with the sounds of his heavy paws falling on the ground. A petal drifted over his nose and with it the breeze carried another's scent. Swampy creature stepped forwards, his lungs inhaling the air around him deeply. Someone was near. It only took a minute or so of walking to find Muninn. His green gaze swept analytically and lingered on the broken flowers where Muninn had swept his paw through. "I'm not sure those flowers deserved that-" Vermillion mused amongst feeling pain at seeing the small beautiful things in their state of destruction.

@Muninn