The atmosphere of this locale possesses its own distinctive charm-- one that very much agrees with my sensibilities-- but still, I can't say that I am particularly pleased with my current situation.
Too cold, far too cold...I am, for instance, keen to know
where I might be and
why I am am in this where, since this is not a place of mine nor one I recognise.
I wonder what's happened to my dear little Kabuto in my absence...? Heh. If left alone, will he have the ambition and viciousness necessary to take command of Sound and carry out his own desires with the power barely leashed there? He's clever, to be sure, but could he...?
No matter.
At the moment, that is not important.
Survival is important, however.
And more than survival...
conquest.
The wind is blowing over the moors.
I wonder what it is bringing with it.
cynical
moody
bitchy
awake
