aphelion feels the world around him. he feels when his paws make contact with the earth, feels when the wind splits in two around him, feels his heart thumping in time with his pace and devouring the ecstasy in the air. it's electric, frenetic, a drug unlike any other. his tongue is burning for more, chasing the fear-scent washing across his tastebuds. but the fox was haring further away from the coastal hunting grounds and the surf crashing against the sand was growing quieter from this distance. it's giving his mind more space to begin a hunt of its own that was as eternal as the night cycle. so, sweating, aphelion slowed to a stop. the air was sweet and salty, and every breath felt like both a trial and a reward. and he loved it. his albinism–and coursework–prevented him from such intense workouts during the day, so the occasional sleepless night was a treat that aph couldn't deny himself... even if he might regret it come morning. at least for now he could enjoy the sea-soaked breeze in his fur, the sweat beading upon his skin, and the seaside symphony until he forgot that he had some serious studying waiting for him back at his dorm. |
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It was easy to get lost in the night. Aph tilted his muzzle into the wind and closed his eyes, reveling in the interplay between flushed skin and chilled air. this was the only time he let his vigilant guard down. he was always most comfortable in the dark, and being so far removed from society, surrounded by water and endless sand, bolstered that mentality. he could rest assured knowing that he'd spy an oncoming threat from a mile away. except when those threats were soundless, sentientshadows. aphelion pivoted the back half of his body around until he was facing the voice, spreading his paws out into a more defensive position. his heart changed course from gradually slowing to racing faster than when he'd been hunting. it wasn't until the shadow introduced herself that aph managed to control his breathing again, letting his posture relax as he sized her up - or down, rather. she was much, much shorter than he was, and thankfully framed by the stark, moonlit beach so it was easier to find the details in her strangely all-black features. nothing about her screamed 'danger' but not all dangers are obvious from the start. he kept his tone cordial but carefully guarded as he offered an introduction in turn, "aphelion." but he couldn't help his curiosity, like a mirror of her own, at the oddity before him. "what are yeh?" |
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If Aphelion thought he might receive an answer that could even begin to fill the endless pit that was his curiosity, he was disappointed to find that the well was still empty. Nilu wasn't offering anything different from what she already had. His nostrils flared a bit, unable to hide his dismay. Then she called him beautiful. Quite honestly, he didn't know what to do with the warmth that gathered in his cheeks or the fluttering in his chest, like his heart had up and grown wings big enough to create gales with every beat. All Aph could think to do was look away, out across the unending sea, until he thought he had his face under control. Against his will, it still burned pink—more obviously than normal, that is. "Eheh, uh, thank yeh?" Aphelion had never been told he was beautiful or anything of the sort. He knew his father was proud of him, because Grigori told both his boys as often as he could, and that he and Perihelion were special based solely on what his Auntie Willow said, but this was a first. He wasn't sure that he liked the attention or how her eyes were sparkling up at him. He also wasn't sure that he didn't like it. In some way it was kind of nice to be noticed after spending so much of his time in the background. Her question made him glance down at himself, at the stark whiteness of his paws and how pale his skin was beneath the rather thin fur. It was a question he'd been asking all his life, and only now that he was enrolled in college had he recently learned the truth behind his strange appearance. Worried he might look like a know-it-all though, Aph instead offered something that resembled a joke in his own quiet, uncertain way: "Wasn't done bakin'," he quipped, thinking about the undercooked pastry he'd once bitten into. Looking more steadily at Nilu, he added, "They must not have taken yeh out in time." |
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