The sun shone warm on his broad back, bringing out the ruddy hues within his mahogany coat and sending sharp rays of light bouncing off of the coins tangled within his mess of ebony hair. It was a pleasant day - not too warm, not too cold, and Reichenbach found himself in the most dapper of moods as he wandered the woods without direction or purpose. He had done so for quite some time now, finding himself lingering here and there but never really settling somewhere - it was too hard to refuse when the wind whispered his name and the idea of more ambled just ahead of his fingertips. Besides, he couldn't stop remembering what it felt like to have a family, someone to care about, and all too often he'd rather forget. He didn't want to remember laughing uncontrollably with his brother and King over something menial, or grumbling when he had to take Sonnet for a walk of the boundaries to familiarise her, and he definitely did not want to remember kissing Aysu tenderly - as if she might break in his rough, calloused hands. A frustrated sigh huffed from his deep lungs as he shook his head free of such thoughts, coal black curls tumbling around his rugged hewn face.

Reichenbach returned to his surroundings, his abyssal silver eyes blinking up at the pleasant sky as he dutifully emptied his head and plastered an amused smile upon his black lips. He was a coarsely handsome man, with rough hewn bones and a square jaw, his eyes rimmed by such a thicket of ebony lashes that if they had been on anyone else, would have seemed feminine. His shoulders were round and muscular, standing tall but solid with deep mahogany skin that seemed to pull over his frame and muscles in the most spectacularly elegant way. His hair tumbled from him in a mess of wild coal curls, as black and thick as his lashes - but it was his eyes that most noticed, stark and colourless but often full of emotion so abyssal it was easy to get lost. He didn't try to hide what he felt, either. What would be the point? Reichenbach despised lies and had no use for them - if he were angry, then whoever had made him so would sure as hell know about it.

Reich continued through the forest, absently hearing the coins knotted in his hair and around his leg jingling quietly with each movement. Though he found a quiet pleasure in the trees around him, he longed for the desert and the heat that seemed to permeate his bones. He ran hot - hot blooded, hot tempered and with a need for scorching sunlight. Which direction then? Where would his feet take him today?