The night was dark, a slight breeze sending shivers down his spine.
Asra didn’t like the cold much, never really had, and often wore his long ears like a scarf around his neck and shoulders to warm himself up. It had been a habit since childhood, ever since he lost his scarf his friend knitted for him.
Demons he missed him, he had passed of a strange illness when they were quite young, he’d been alone since then. But he managed, he learned to look after himself, ...
