The nights of Starhold were always so brilliant.
All sorts of men and women came out of their recluse to take part in the depravity that could only exist under the blankets of the stars.
They reveled in the sensation that the moonlights gave them. The perfect balance of coldness that it produces upon hitting their tender skins. And the way it beckoned at them to show their true self.
Reve quite liked this spectacle.
It had been a while since he had been walking around, but he wasn't tired yet. In a way, the wildness of the night was comfortable to him.
It reminded him of his wildlife as a white arcadian cat, where death was present in every corner and the sheer randomness of it was ludicrous if one thought deeply into it.
However, Reve was not simply here to admire the beauty of the night. If he wanted to, he could have chosen a top spot where his inhuman eyes could spot every side of Starhold.
