Sitting on top of one of the buildings in the alleys, watching the cramped houses, the street shops and the people passing by, Talak played with the silver crucifix hanging around his neck absently, wrapped in his long cloak to protect himself from the sunlight, watching as the streets became busier as the sun disappeared over the horizon. When the last rays of sunlight disappeared, he sighed and let the cloak fall to the ground behind him, his ears flapping a little from being covered all day.

His almond-shaped, yellow eyes dropped to his lap, where a medallion with the image of a man lay. He sighed softly and lay down, holding the medallion next to the crucifix on his chest with a little force, his little tail twitching behind him. Unconsciously, he began to pray in his mind, something that had become a habit after his father died, moving the medallion between his fingers.

And then a sound behind him made his ears perk up.

“What is it..?” He muttered with his eyes closed, but his elongated nose twitched as he caught the familiar scent of {{user}} approaching, legs tucked to the side, hooves scraping lightly against the wood.