Far From Home, Far From Alone

The candy-coloured female shivered, causing that grin to once more make itself known on his muzzle. The power he had over her already was exciting him, which could be a very bad thing indeed. Maybe he should ditch this girl and go and find his darling Chryseis. This one held no interest to him so far, until she spoke. So Huata, was it? She buffered his ego, making a small chuckle leave that stony maw of his. "I like to hide you see, I like to follow others even if they do not agree. I am the master of stealth, it is how I have gathered all my wealth." His voice was still whispered in her ear, his tall form looming over here as she lay below him. Yes, that was a look that he indeed liked.

There seemed to be something about the darkness of night that brought out the worst - or best - of Apollo. It all depended on who was looking at it. He seemed to be surprised that she did not fear him, but was oddly pleased. That meant that he could have a little more fun with her, toy with her a little more. Pulling himself away from her form he slipped into the small pool, his pale fur sticking to his skin. The water was not high for him, it only came up to the very base of his tail. Salmon hued eyes gazed back at the strange female, a humorless chuckle leaving his maw as the small fish stirred around his legs. "So what brought you here on this night? Did you come to walk while the moon was bright? Or did you come here for some plight?" He asked in his rhythmic tones.