Being among the pack, he never really felt like he had anything to do here. All the members had been finding mates, or at least dating. His attempts had come shy, short of anything with any purpose. No matter what Liam had done, or tried to do, he had his short comings. The holidays only reminded him of his long departed love. Skylar had been his everything, the perfect wolf to him. He was a mentor, a lover, and a best friend. Not a single soul could replace Skylar or the impact he held over Liam. He hated his family for what they had done, promising himself if he had ever met his brother again, he would be sure to kill the bastard. Wandering around the hotel for hours, he saw all the lights, the cheery faces, and the love shared among all the people. It was sickening to him. He could not take the look of the cheery people anymore. He just wished to be in solitude, to think and get his head straight. Leaving the hotel, he wandered to the darkest parts of the streets, until the human creations were no longer in view. He made his way to neutral lands. Large trees could be seen ahead, the area around them a dark and ominous look to it. Liam was direct in his approach, never looking back or changing his mind.
Finally making it to the Crimson Forest, his eyes looked around the tall peeks, observing their large limbs and thick leaves. The trunks were dark red, almost as if they were soaked in the blood of an ancient foe. Liam could only speculate as to why their color was in such fashion, but it was not really a concern to him. Liam moved deep into the woods, the night sky no longer able to be seen. He could not see the city lights or hear the joyous features of the people around him. Finding a stump deep in the sea of trees, this is where he decided to find his resting spot. He rested upon it, legs crossed and began to allow his mind to wander. It brought up thoughts of Skylar, forcing the Warrior to weep, crying hysterically at a point.
Finally making it to the Crimson Forest, his eyes looked around the tall peeks, observing their large limbs and thick leaves. The trunks were dark red, almost as if they were soaked in the blood of an ancient foe. Liam could only speculate as to why their color was in such fashion, but it was not really a concern to him. Liam moved deep into the woods, the night sky no longer able to be seen. He could not see the city lights or hear the joyous features of the people around him. Finding a stump deep in the sea of trees, this is where he decided to find his resting spot. He rested upon it, legs crossed and began to allow his mind to wander. It brought up thoughts of Skylar, forcing the Warrior to weep, crying hysterically at a point.