Darkness; it surrounded him in tangles of trees, in waves of dark grass, and in the sky that threatened to swallow him if he felt he could combat it. Darkness, where Viraj felt most at ease. What he didn't enjoy was the silence. Shrugging a shoulder, the kalona made his way from the edge of the dark forest to the river, glowing ominously in the waning moonlight. It had been cloudy, which seemed strange for the season. A hot, balmy day had led to a cold night, and to add to his confusion, he was terribly lost. Viraj was as new to the Kawani lands as any other foreigner, having had no prior knowledge of the place, and had yet to meet anyone who didn't immediately flee. It seemed he had landed in an area of peaceful soquili, not used to the violence expected of Kalonas.
They must have been even more bewildered when he didn't take chase.
Tossing his head, his bangs slipped temporarily from his eyes, and he surveyed the river, and the plains beyond it. The clouds that rolled steadily across the sky blocked the moon for short intervals, and in those intervals he could see next to nothing. When the moon resurfaced, he would move, not wanting to fall into the river.
Gods, he was bored. He hadn't any companions to bring over from his old home, and had yet to meet anyone who would make a suitable minion. It was sad to think of how much he wanted company, being the "big, bad kalona" that he was, and he would never admit it to anyone knowing this. Weakness invited death, especially in foreign lands.
Huffing out a breath, Viraj took a great leap across the river, his wings extending to glide the rest of the length. He could hear the water coursing underneath him, and it soothed him to be near a source of gentle noise. Coming to an surprisingly graceful stop, he turned his head to peer back at the water.
"You're pathetic," he mused to himself, feeling a crooked grin form along his features. Having had no one to talk to, he was going to remain next to the river, and keep it as his companion for the night. Was that really the plan? His tail flicked irritably, as he knew he didn't have any other choice.
It was already looking to be a boring, boring night.
