Lion of Prideless
Played by Winter

It was that time when day was slowly turning to night. The sun was beginning to set over the horizon, causing the hot temperatures of the day time to the cooler temperatures that ruled the night. For Svarog, the cooler air felt nice, but had gotten lost, and was not so keen on staying overnight in the sandy ocean. He squinted his purple eyes, looking for any other biome. It seemed he wasnt so lucky. With a small sigh, he shook his mane of some sand that gotten blown into it.

With his mane cleaned (mostly) of the sand, he decided to take a turn elsewhere. His mind wandered, trying to keep himself distracted. Thoughts of a nicy, cozy den in a place that wasnt a death trap. It kept him going, and so he would continue in a new direction, hoping to find something soon.