"Let the night ascend upon day," said the Ancients, "for now is rest." And so the sky shifted and the sun fled behind mountains; the time of hunters was nigh. A blanket of celestial satin would be draped over the territories, deluging the camps in a mire of darkness and obscurity. And from within the voids arose the tenebrous soldiers condemned to plague noctis where it would stalk the far reaches of the wood, it's only company; the trail of death and melancholy that ensued. Every cat at a young age would be taught to fear these beasts of night with every fiber of their being and thus, they were drawn away by the absence of the sun to defend them. And so out of fear of the moon and it's solemn silvery glow that it cast upon earth, they retreated out of view to rest their weary eyes and aching bones.

Not Corvo, however. Corvo was a most peculiar tom who seemed not to dread the starlight, but embrace it. He found that it's lifeless mirage was in fact, comforting. It did a wonderful job of distracting him from his vivid schizophrenic 'visions'. It was a time that he anticipated every passing second of the day; every moment he longed more and more the solitude and tranquility of the only thing he found worth living for. Of course, he was left deprived of any sleep. This, however, was a sacrifice he found to be worth it.

Now he sat alone in camp, watching the stars pass overhead with envy as he sat perched atop a rock protruding from the ground. The ghostly lights up from up above illuminating his great red pelt, giving him the appearance of a wandering apparition, floating around endlessly in search of redemption. He blinked against his intense green orbs as a shooting star grazed the heavens. I wish something good would happen... just this once, he pleaded internally, begging to the powers that be for a change for the better, even if it were no use. He sighed, his face creasing into a disheartened frown.

But why would I deserve that? I wouldn't. Not for a second."

-- xeno

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