Dogpressed

It's a gloomy afternoon, and Dogpressed trudges through the quiet, misty streets. Her blue fur ruffles gently in the breeze, but her somber expression never changes. She sighs with every step. She glances at the gray clouds overhead, her cloud pendant swaying slightly with each movement. Nothing ever lifts her spirits, not even the rare moments of sunshine. "It’s all the same," she mutters softly, her voice barely a whisper. "Nothing ever changes..." her tail flatten and her ears flatten