𝐇𝐞 walks along the shoreline, gaze skimming the rough waters. It's his first time feeling sand beneath his unchained paws since he was freed. Muddy pawprints well with algae-choked seawater in his wake, complementing the already dark beach littered in twigs and dead long grass.

… 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱. Independent portrayal of Narinder/The One Who Waits. #CotLRP // #MVRP // #OCRP