Rashirou

Yunshen woke up from a short nap feeling quite refreshed, the warm sun felt very pleasant on his fur making him reluctant to get up, but he thought it was a nice day to take a stroll around his own kingdom, rather than waste it snoozing. He looked around, still slightly sleepy but that was ok, he didn’t need to be fully awake to patrol his own area did he? Standing up from his rather luxurious bed, made out of soft, pillow-like flowers, he shook his head and hooves in place, heading out of his little dream-like hut without further thought. Outside, a rolling, colourful fog seeped in close; like a cloudy blanket for the ever green and pastel-like plains. The sounds of life sung throughout them, even through the thick mists, feeling mysterious and relaxing. It didn't really matter to Yun whether the fog was there or not; It was mostly a deterrent for unwanted visitors, and he was used to it. Although some might get lost, driven mad by the eerie noises and dangerous, oppressive