08-25-2018, 07:36 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; width: 60%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 13pt; text-align: justify;"]It was far too hot for his liking. His onyx-colored coat was not suited for this desert climate. Nonetheless, he had dealt with far worse. It was only a year ago had he awoken to discover all of his powers were gone. He was tossed from his sabertooth body back into his domestic form, left with nothing but the trademark necklace that hung from his neck. His old home... The clans lands were far behind him. Nosferatu always told himself he would leave, but it took many years until he acted on those words. For worse or for better, he was unsure. However, what he was sure of was that he was, in fact, very lost. Every smell he came across was unknown to him. Every rock, tree, and blade of grass was all foreign to him. How far was he from ThunderClan? He had been heading east for almost six months. Exhausted, he prevailed. Nosferatu was sure he had crossed some sort of border, but his hazy mind told him to keep moving. Lightheaded and vision blurry, the demon kept going. Paws dragging the dirt, he headed towards some shade offered by a large rock formation. Taking a seat, he lowed his head, attempting to catch his breath. Perhaps he would spend the night here, given nothing came out to snack on him.