GiGitheHedgehog

Miles Prower walked through the strange landscape, alone. He had changed quite a bit since he had left Station Square two years ago. He was rather lean as he walked in a plain with only a few trees to provide him with company. His orange fur was a bit dirty at places, but he knew that it was because he had not come across a stream in the past few days. His eyes were considerably dim as he looked down at the ground, their blue color lost in a strange brand of melancholy that very few people had known. His two tails swished behind him softly as he walked, their sound being his only companion as he moved around. He had also taken to wearing cl