goddess-madoka

Lionel’s pace was slow and light as he pushed past the thick canopy of trees. The wind ruffled his messy, shaggy fur, blinking in the evening light. Some of the street lamps from the town square were visible from the forest, and he turned around for a moment to look back at the cobblestoned square before continuing in. A sigh escaped his mouth as he padded on, wondering why he had obeyed Asara’s orders to take a walk. He hadn’t gotten much fresh air for a while, and while it was good, he decided that he would like to be back in his room at the town hall at that moment, sleeping or reading a book, or doing what he had been d

The only sound in the room has the tick of a clock and the gentle breathing coming from underneath the bedsheets. His face stuck out of the white sheets as he lay down, unmoving aside from the occasional blink of his eyes, cherry-red but now dulled and clouded over. How long had it been since he had gotten up? Mustering all of his strength, he rose his torso from the bed to move into a half-sitting position, and sleepily glanced up at the clock hanging over his door, which read 5:00 PM. It’s about dusk, huh? he thought. You could easily stay in bed for longer. Nobody would care. A sigh escaped his muzzle. Even though he knew the time