All The Reasons Why [open]

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[atrb=background,http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2706/4472447478_a8c5b855b7_o.jpg] Sauntering mildly through the unfamiliar terrain, a soft smudge of black and gray came to view of the territory. As the blur of dark hues morphed in to the figure of a lupe. The masculine trekked through the mountainous panorama. The blend of alabaster, granite, and the world of gray all made sure that the brute never forgot where he was. He was in the mountains. Surma walked towards the unknown, unsure, yet, quite set on what he was doing. The ground beneath him whispered as he set each step forward. A uttered growl pierced the peaceful by and by. Surma was quite irritated at the moment. Actually, he was always irritated at something - either rational or irrational. The baron blamed this characteristic on his Napoleon Complex. Constantly he felt at odds with everyone and everything. Snapping out of his reverie of vexation, the ebony lord mustered on. He wasn’t sure exactly where he was going, but all he did know was that everything was going to change once he arrived to the lower world. So far had the wayfarer traveled, so far indeed. Meandering listlessly was entirely out of character. However, there wasn’t a whole lot that could be done at the time to fix the problem. The crutching of the snow and small rocks under his pads were the only thing to remind him that he was still breathing. The continual inhale and exhaling of his lungs awakened the brute’s mind to the harsh reality of things. Growling at the wind and sulking to the great - or not so great - unknown was the foil of any cheerful mood that might perforate the sullen haze the knight walked through. Blatantly, Surma made his displeasure known to the world with a hiss from his charcoal mug. His larynx vibrated with the rough chords that strung against his windpipe. So why in all specific reason, was the disgruntled male traveling anyway? Well, the answer would be because he had no other reason to stay in one place. His loud complaints had no answer or resolution, so it didn’t matter whether or not there was a real destination to this journey. So what was the use in all this anyway? Then again, why give up and quit? Why come this far and throw in the towel (not that wolves use towels)? So with that reasoning (or better yet, lack of), the varg kept trekking. [word count: 406 Walk. Talk. Think