Far From Home, Far From Alone

Darkness was no stranger to this male. As he stalked through the night he enjoyed the cool touch of the moon on his alabaster fur, salmon hued skin shimmering beneath the lighter veil. The brute chuckled softly as sleeping prey animals did not stir at his soft paw falls, he was the expert of stealth. He may be albino, making his form stand out against the greenery. Apollo could walk without so much as a sound, finding it easy to soften the blow of his massive, lanky form on the landscape. Animals who relied on sound would not see him coming, and that is just how he liked it. This cursed man was not one of darkness, although his darling Chrysies had shown him the power that the dark held, the grace of the harsher aligned carried. Was he totally changed? Perhaps not.

The beast moved his way through the knoll, the silence a nice companion on this fair night. Yes, he was rather far away from his normal abode, but it didn't bother him much. He didn't spend too much time there, not since he had learned of his brothers death. What else did Olympus hold for him? His parents, yes, but they had more spawn on the way. They would have no use of him once they were born, they would have their paws full with the little one. With his sweet angel off to destroy the world, he felt a little... lost. He didn't have a purpose, and it was driving him into a bit of a depression. The stoney boy just silently stalked forward, his ruby eyes fixed on nothing in particular. What would come of him on this fine eve? Perhaps a little romp, or someone to sink his fangs into as he joined their bodies. Yes, that would be fun. Images of his ebony and gold beauty filled his mind, and he found himself longing for her floral scent. He knew that she was not here, but maybe he could find her face in another...