[Jynx]

A strong wind tugged through the fur of a silver tabby tom cat. Petrichor, formerly of the Dusk Syndicate, made his way across the breezy moor, his strong jaw clenched and his ears flat against his head. The male was leaning heavily into the unyielding gusts of wind and his fur rippled in rather beautiful patterns as the wind swept through. The young tom had been wandering for quite a while, and was still unsure of where to go. The incentive strong and intimidating tom had become but a shadow of his old self. An empty, hollowed shell of a once-mighty cat brought low through days on end of traveling and being alone.

{ @Sasukewolf (madness) }