Purity
Lord Shen stood in his palace, his eyes cold and menacing, but they also seemed to show a hint of pain.
A spot of white fell onto the tip of his beak, directing his attention towards it. He growled, flicking it off then folding his wings back into his robe.
Some more flecks of cold white daintily swept through the air and touched down on his robe.
So carefree.
Nothing weighing them down.
Just pure existence.
He hated it for that reason.
It never felt remorse, sadness, betrayal. It never was abandoned It just existed within the ties of the universe.
Shen wished he could be like that.
Be as carefree as the wind with nothing that would make him down. Shen dusted them off quickly before entering the palace again.
His metal coverings were as noisy as usual, clanging loudly against the beautiful tile. He sighed and turned the corner and towards his room. But alas, his purity had been stained red a long time ago.