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The frost eyed boy walked along the cliffs quietly, following the gentle glow of the moon for time away from the bustle of his kin. He loved them, truly but they could be such a headache at times when energy overtook especially his mother. His gaze would fall down toward the waters, the only sound that decided to torment his peace from truly being silent though he did find it fascinating that the ocean waves were not frozen solid like the waters of Perth were. Still, he knew how dangerous water could be at night, coaxed by the ever-controlling moon to thrash and pull and enhance undertows that could consume even the strongest swimmers. He had read of such plights in his books, though not all words he understood in full when concerning water, the general concept held traction within his mind.
Black tipped ears twitched, catching another sound, one not caused by nature. His lip twitched as he recognized it as a voice toward the waters as if the sirens of the elder’s stories were real all along, though his lack of belief would not allow such fact lacking ideas to form for long. This was likely nothing more than another wolf but where was she? Ears swiveled for a more set direction, but it had gone quiet. Drawing in a breath, he would jump down into the dunes below, careful not to slip on any ice covered stone as he reluctantly pressed his feet into sand soon after. The grains between his toes were probably the most irritating substance he had ever encountered, the tiniest beads he couldn’t just pluck out. His muzzle nearly mimicked his father’s from earlier, further down the shore. His gaze skimmed back toward where he had last seen them, certain he hadn’t gone too far that he’d lose them, nearly certain he could see his father’s radiant white against the sands. His head quickly turned back toward the water again, hearing the voice a second time, this time beckoning someone. There he would see the shape of a wolf larger than himself right along the licking waterline. A sneer pulled up at his muzzle, finding the stranger to be an utter idiot. |
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He would observe her, and she seemed to grow paranoid of him, calling out in likely hope for a return call back but his voice would never rise over the crashing of waves. It would be a frivolous task to respond, and he wasn’t much for such things. His day had already been ruined enough as it was, falling out of schedule after schedule as his siblings and parents refused to sit to his agenda he had planned out from the moment he woke up to when he would have tucked himself away at the first bit of lacking light, yet here they still were. He wasn’t sure if they would ever go home to Perth but at least there had been things to study better than a book could provide him, though it was merely a view of perception, He could be wrong with everything he thought and that made him uncomfortable. There was also the chance he would discover something entirely new, not yet written about and that pushed him to not just vanish for the night.
This girl alone was an interesting study the way she conducted herself to an unknown guest. He held little belief she lived here, believing no one could sleep when this ocean was roaring nonstop since he got here. That begged the question where she originated from but not enough for him to speak. He was in the open and bright white, if she couldn’t see him, surely, she was blind which fascinated him all the more. He had never met someone blind before, only heard of the phenomena and he found it curious if she was such a thing, why she had eyes at all as they scanned around the beach. Ears would perk up then pin back when something started screeching like nails to wet rocks, causing his head to tilt up toward where it had come from. An owl? Why ever was that thing fluttering around here? Then he would realize that perhaps this was her familiar much like Useless was his parents. He much preferred that needy feline over this obnoxious beast, though flight could prove useful if one could train it to do mundane tasks he didn’t want to do. Her question would cause him to tilt his head back down at the girl that seemed likely around his age. His tail twitched a few times before he would attempt to bother answering. |
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His gaze didn’t break from hers as she stared at him, creeping closer to him little by little but never close enough for him to tell the color of her eyes from here. No sparkle of wonder or flare of light as the moon cast a light along the edges of her form but even with no clear visual or even smell, he would guess this to be a girl by the voice alone. He didn’t have much experience with the opposing gender, just regarding them as bubbly and emotional. Mother was by far more emotional than his father or two brothers, his grandmother was a spitfire at times as well, making him kind of see where his mother got it from. The locals he walked past from time to time he couldn’t identify, forgetting their faces if they failed to hold his curiosity. This little lady was yet to be determined if she would hold any memory even hours later.
White tail would wrap around, shaking away some of the cold from the hairless pads as they pressed against his own fur, bracing for an irrational decision to be made of trying to claim the rock for herself like some others he knew. Much to his surprise, she would take to a different stone just in time for the water to crash below her instead of into her, resulting in his bored frost eyes to widen a touch in shock. Maybe all women were unpredictable, which both intrigued and frustrated him. He didn’t like not being able to plan moves ahead to make sure he was the one that always knew what was going on. Maybe he was more annoyed because he was cold and had she jumped up here, he could have stolen her warmth for himself if he thought a little harder on the feeling within, he would realize it was disappointment rather than anger. He cared little for the feathered creature as it flew off, his gaze never leaving her as the smallest scrunch of a brow was present on his face. A voice again, this time clearer than before. As the topic was changed, his lip raised in annoyance, gaze burning into her. |
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He would release a long, slow breath as this girl kept trying to make small talk with him, not seeing a point in any of it when it didn’t matter at all in his own mind. Where one came from could always be changing just like the direction of the wind or the patterns of each snowflake. She was asking mundane trivia that could always change tomorrow or the next day. He preferred she ask questions that actually mattered, the parts of this life that were fixed and knowledge could hold strong. Yet, much to his agitation, she would continue along that track of personal questions but at least this one was sounder than the last. Still, it was hardly any of her business one way or the other as he his ears twitched, more interested in continuing his observation than he was in humoring her tedious inquiries.
Ears sharply flung back when she became all the more boisterous in her sudden denial, correcting him swiftly on what the subject matter was. Bugs. He understood the fascination of such creatures, they evolved swiftly, far faster than a pup. Adulthood could be reached in days or be fully mature from the egg they hatched from. Their changes for those that metamorphosed were far grander, a pupa nothing like its winged future. A caterpillar is still a wonder in how they became so vastly different once butterflies. Still, her question seemed rather peculiar to him. -exits if not followed or stopped- |
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Talons would linger on the edge of the boulder as she intruded into his personal bubble, though he hardly cared as he looked at the girl, all the more massive up close as he took note: she was larger than himself. There was a gentle touch of his cold nose into the warmth of her shoulder, though he wished it didn’t carry the scent of the brine that encircled them. His eyes would roll once her voice pierced his ears; sure they could be bleeding after her little bout of vocal energy. Where her in his space was fine, he regretted allowing her on his stone if she was just going to yell in his ear, something exponentially quieter when she was distanced away from him. All he would cast her is a subtle glare, the minute furrow of a brow and a twitch of a tail.
Thinking he was about to get away free from her voice, that bit of hope would be shattered as he noticed her become his shadow. It wasn’t wits that led her to stalk after him but the need to be annoying as far as he was concerned. Gaze shifted to her as she requested his name, and he was apprehensive to allow it to fall from his lips in distaste for her possibly shortening it. Not giving her one could lead to a horrible nickname and with that he relented in answering. |