How many moons had it been since the blue male stepped foot upon the island? He had lost track of time during his travels, not that anyone would have missed him. In fact the island seem to have breathed a sigh of light and happiness during that time he was away. It was quiet sickening. Too much light, too much happy morons bumbling about their day...It was time to shade a little blood once again. Time to paint the island red.
Calas slowly padded around on the soft warm sand. What used to be his home seemed alien to him now. He was gone so long after all. On a secret quest, that what he had done. He told no one he was leaving or when he'd be back. Not that he knew anyone...well...There was one.
The image of the dark butterfly danced in his head, as she always did. An image he couldn't shake. Taunting him. Driving him mad. Oh how he lusted after her after all this time. Beautiful like the darkness during an eclipse. One who he viewed as an equal. The one..The one who he had missed. Ryssa.
A dark voice mocked him in the back of his head. First you failed your quest, making this all a waste of time, and now you've turned into a big softy over a female? How weak you have become...
"SHUT UP!" Calas snapped to himself, growling lowly. His ears flicked back as he thought to himself. 'It's probably too late anyways..She'd most likely had found someone darker than I could ever be. A demonic most likely...Someone special...What could I ever amount too? Nothing..That's what I am..That's what I have.' His growl lowered until it stopped and his gaze fell out to the waters once again. Maybe it was a waste coming back here. There was nothing for him here after all.
