A Fresh Start

*Miksa* · 08-06-2015, 11:46 PM

Walk | Talk | Think

Miksa was so distracted giving himself his own internal pep talk that he failed to notice the younger individual creeping up on his location. His bright, yellow eyes stared distantly ahead, the voice in his mind continuing its positive speech as his unknown company crept closer and froze upon realizing he was not alone. It took the quiet greeting of the youth to draw the thoughtful future-fighter from his thoughts, and as he blinked to clear his mind Miksa turned his head to see the boy standing off to one side, looking quite shy and, if he was being honest with himself, like he himself felt on most days.

"Hey." He answered in a gentle, quiet voice, the word slipping from his lips almost without his conscious awareness of it. Something about this meeting felt odd to him, and it took him a moment to figure it out. Often times, Miksa was the shy one, the quiet one, the timid creature that hardly knew how to carry on a conversation. He knew he was being completely presumptuous in his assumption, but he almost felt like he had suddenly come face to face with a kindred spirit. Just from the look of the kid and his stance made Miksa question which of them was truly the most socially nervous, and for a startling change he thought it was not himself but his company.

And it surprised him to no end. "I'm Miksa," the white wolf ventured to add, for once offering up his name before it could be asked for. He sat still, calmly, and watched the other with a patient, curious stare as the boy approached, thinking he ought to ask a question of the boy to strike up a conversation but finding none came to his mind that he deemed satisfactory.

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