((Hmm, Iggy, where do you hail home? your timing seems to be indicating that you are... well... from Europe?))
Meridian slowly padded away from the mess hall, still hungry, and now put off because the other two had totally ignored him as they played their little game. He sniffled slightly as he opened the doors and threaded outside into the frigid snow, his hind paws disappearing under the first layer of freshly fallen snow. A single tear gathered into the corner of his right eye, only to roll down over his cheek and fall towards the earth, fading as it touched the blanket of white upon which he stood.
He slowly threaded out into the open, his coat forgotten when he had left the mess hall, his clothing much too thin for the weather that was at hand, but he did not care. His thoughts where a mess and all that he could think was a single line. "Nobody likes me.... no-one.." To him it hurt more then a thousand daggers in his back, which was odd, since he did not even now the people that had just ignored him.
Amidst the snow he knelt down, his right paw resting on the ground and his head down. Tears rolled from his eyes and down his muzzle, trailing it until the tip before falling towards the ground and staining the sheet of white that lay below him. His muzzle slowly moved, as he started to whisper softly, his voice filled with fear and doubt, but foremost with loneliness. "Uuma ma' ten' rashwe Meri, ta tuluva a' lle.....Nwalmaer...." He sniffled once more before he howled out towards the sky, his cry long and pitiful, but to him it was soothing that he could at least let it out without fear.
Azrael sighed as he rested in his qaurtiers, his eyes closed to the light of day and dusk, his mind set on hopes that the day would soon come to an end, that the new dawn would purge whatever he felt now. His hopes though where in vain, and he knew that all too well, for even if he had left that past behind him, it still haunted him to the day that it was, and it would haunt him for years to come. He slowly reached back with his paw, grasping the mug off coffee that awaited his paw, and after bringing it to his maw he sipped it, taking in the warm liquid, allowing it to seep down his throat and spread the warmth through his body. As he opened his eyes he looked outside, through the small window that his quartiers held, and knew that it was freezing outside, no weather to have anybody out at all...