The dawn had passed, the day had begun, though it was hard to tell with the clouds overhanging, blanketing the sky in a thick, downy sheet that stretched for eternity. The sun would not be seen this day, and the glaceon that roamed the lake shores was glad of it. While he knew sunshine was necessary, he veiwed it as a necessary evil. One of the few that he would have to tolerate.
Famaer looked around the glossy lake's serene peace, knowing that it was not all that it seemed. He knew the dangers that lurked beneath the water's surface, and seeing the lake as it was made his hatred for the Evil Types strengthen all the more. Not only did they already taint the world with their existance, but they had to create this plague that was killing the entire world... Then again, what else would demons do? What else was he to expect from scum?
He scoffed at his own reverie and kept walking, the soft snow crunching quietly beneath his paws. They would pay for their insolence and be purged from this godforsaken world, just like the rest of the Damned that now walked the land. He'd send them all back to Hell, if he needed to.
He would take great pleasure in it.
The glaceon reclused back to the treeline after taking a small sip of the water before spitting it back out. Damn. Of course it was tainted... He'd need to find another source, perchance whatever river was supposed to feed into the lake.