The dark gray male was resting on a rock, he could not see very well but he could certainly listen. He tucked his onyx black wings against his body as he felt the wind blow through, his fur rustled and he shivered at the feeling. He loved the feel of the wind blowing through his fur but even more so he loved the feel of water lapping against his body. He had been sitting on the same rock for what seemed like hours, he was lost in his own thoughts. Makoto was a little worried about never having a friend because of the way he acts but he was hoping that somewhere there is someone who can understand him to a point that friendship is possible.
He closed his eyes, there wasn't really a point in keeping them open, there was no imminent danger in his way. It didn't really matter if there was because his only power was of words and talking someone down from doing something stupid or encouraging someone to do something if that is what they were meant to do. He was tired of helping others all the time, he wanted someone to help him for a change.
He closed his eyes, there wasn't really a point in keeping them open, there was no imminent danger in his way. It didn't really matter if there was because his only power was of words and talking someone down from doing something stupid or encouraging someone to do something if that is what they were meant to do. He was tired of helping others all the time, he wanted someone to help him for a change.