Wolves In The Allyway, Crows On The Sills-----| Helena
Perched on a sill of an abandoned warehouse, Bones watched on at all the people scurrying about like rabbits in the snow. Attempting to make it back inside before the frigged air settled in the dark and temperatures dropped further. A climate he is accustomed to.
The city before him was divided between poverty and prosperity. Business men rush to get takeout and return to their nests while bums struggle to keep warm under a florescent lamp light. Only to be shooed away by the owner of the storefront they momentarily inhabited. Pigeons on rooftops are provided better accommodations, consideration far greater. Though he believed that critters of any size and matter deserve respect the same as people, its the idea that a human can put another species before their own kind that made him wonder.
Upon this thought he heard a rasping from the neighboring ally. A scrape of nails on cobblestones and a wheeze from freezing lungs. He leaned out to peer around the corner, eyes falling upon a beast of the canine variety. The creature continued its way up the narrow dead end until it reached the opening. Where it stopped and looked around, meeting its eyes with the odd fellow. It was blind in a single eye and donned patchy haggard fur attached to what one would assume nothing but bone. All he could think was that this was likely an attempt from his gods to turn his thoughts away from what angered him.
He pushed off his perch to kneel down and hold a hand out, cooing to the dog, beckoning it to approach. It wasn't a challenge, the beast and him carried a bond deep within their structures that gave them both a special sort of trust. If anything it seemed he granted the beast permission to approach. When it did he provided the lonely creature with affection and inspected its state before removing his scarf to fashion it a type of coat. In response the beast returned the affection and kissed the kings hands in joy, moving to lean against him.
Just like this beast, he was brutally emboldened by battle and carved by sinful deeds of others. Yet able to see past a battered shell and see the blooming quality that is inside.
