Profile X-874: Sylvan

It was a rainy day in Aberion city and Sylvan was cuddled up in his home, a blanket around him and a cup of hot chocolate in his hands. The flickering light of a candle making the shadows dance on the walls as he stared out the window with a peaceful look on his face. Normally at this time of day he would be out in the forest, feeling the warmth of the sun on his fur, burning with intensity and soaking his fur with sweat while he trekked through the paths left b...