Drabble for my Roleplay account, humanheartdemon soul. Enjoy!
Kurama sat on the familiar stone, at the end of the familiar path, clawing his way from pseudo-humanity. Conversations had taken a recent turn into his personal life, into details he had been scrambling to avoid, dodging breathlessly. Lie after lie after lie. More bluffs to cover him, build his defence.
He was huddled into his wool coat, holding onto the small bit of warmth to hide most of his body from the biting wind. While his bare fingers caressed the wind with every bit of tenderness, the wind did not accept such a gesture. In turn, the god-wind scattered its needles across his now-pink cheeks. In spite of the cold, Kurama didn't seem to notice, a habit he picked up long ago. At times, the frigid temperatures could be comforting. It boosted his energy, made his cells sluggish, yet more alive. A paradox of sensation.
His nose was capturing the scents of the surrounding forest. The rich pine still bore needles, displaying them as a child did a poorly-done painting. The needles were shifting to brown, yet still retained their elegant quality. The smell still lingered along the ground, or in the prickly trees themselves. The scattered maples and oaks stood naked, showing merely one of their skins—the bark. The branches reaches for the heavens, crackling and crumbling as the ice snuck in through their upturned fingertips.
Penetrating the rich scents of pine were the decaying flowers that were saying their goodbyes. Roots wrapped tightly around rabbits and raccoons— or what was left of them. It was quite putrid, but Kurama could ignore it. As the thought scurried across his brain, a wolf shrieked its howl at the moon, alerting the other coven members of the prey.
Everything must come to an end.