Ulaya. A species that held up a certain rank in others. But this story doesn't start from ranks and purebloods. This story begins with a wandered... Who doesn't need from others nor asks from others. One that does not believe in rank nor ability of a pureblood. He believed in one thing. Kindness to others and tranquility. His composed manner of carrying himself might make others think he was stuck up but he was just the opposite. Only having met children in his travels- he likes to spread the wisdom to future generations.. And didn't think that having a thought of himself was right.
Tsukurou slowly made his way down a path he hadn't seen before. Just a few paths south he saw only plains. Now he saw fields of snow. He had never seen such a drastic climate change in all his ears. His eg leg held him up as he looked out in to the distance. The winter breeze flowing through each of his fiber- his fur twirling in motions of seas. "... Winter's touch." He maw released on to the air- which made a cloud of grey come out. Seeing his breath.. and his nose huffing in release. His ears went down to his head, as his body; mostly his fur started to change from thin to thick to adjust to the climate.
His tail swishing from one side to the next.. his patch's string a little waving but still kept his eye in secret. Cuddled in warmth still.
