Fireflies, full moons, and beached koi oh my!
He and Hoa wandered the packlands, too restless to sleep tonight and he wadded into the shallows, watching the moon on the surface of the ocean, the streaks of the stars rippling off the water as he watched.
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He skirted the dancing forms of the blue fireflies that hung silently in the cool air, wary of their constant presence. Like a million little eyes.. they made the hair over his spine tingle like he was being watched. As he closed more of the distance between them, he noted the fluffy sheep hanging near its companion. Part of him longed for that kind of bond with another creature, and the another part detested the notion of any ties that could be exploited by the cruel. Dismissing the dour line of thought with a light shake of his head, he came to a stop with the cold water of the sea lapping quietly at his ankles just a scant foot and a half away. "You look forlorn, standing in the sea like that." gentle harmonies crooned softly to the stranger, and his pale eyes traced the smooth outlines of the shining horns that were illuminated by the moons glow overhead. He found himself quietly admiring the unique shape of those alabaster ears, tapered skull tipped to one side in a mute trance. "Do you not enjoy the moonlight?" he questioned with the barest hint of a rueful smile.
And that only got stronger when the man's words hit him properly, was he being... Flirted with? Mojito's face flushed and he turned his attention back towards the water. "I uh... Honestly would prefer it wasn't unnaturally full I guess?" He turned his eyes upwards to look up at the moon as if to gesture towards how it hadn't waned yet at all.
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A soft chuckle escaped him, and the waifish wolf couldn't help sweeping his obsidian tail over his heels in amusement. He let the silence stretch a few beats longer, daring to take another careful step closer to the alabaster figure cast in the haunting rays of the moon. Pale green eyes took a moment to trail along the lines of his throat, to admire the way his short horns resembled a shining crown of bone as the pale light was cast upon them. He sighed quietly, and let his attention rise to the moon overhead, staring right back. "I do wonder why it has decided to grace us with its full face lately, do you think perhaps we are not meant to experience so much of its light for this long? Perhaps that's why the flowers and the little creatures are beginning to change, they're succumbing faster." he mused aloud, and as soon as the words escaped, he could not retract them. Dark and unsettling as they may be, and so utterly in contest with the downright romantic setting they'd found themselves in.
The tone would shift slightly and Mojito would look at the other man then. Blinking, and feeling a creeping apprehension go up his spine, the last thing he wanted was for his family to be in danger. His daughter... So tiny... Satira and Arc had been through too much, what if something was coming for them? Could he protect them? "Admittedly, not a particularly fun thought." He said, a dark chuckle pulling from his lungs.
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"I admit, I didn't intend to come over here and offer up such morbid conversation. Could we start over?" he asked hesitantly, head tipping slightly to one side as a glimmer of hope in his eyes caught in the light of the impossibly bright moon overhead.
So he was more than receptive towards the unknown man's attempt to swing the conversation away, the last thing he wanted was to think about something out of his control threatening his child. He chuckled a real laugh this time and not the sinister thing he'd done only moments ago. "I'd like that. I'm Mojito." He offered the man a polite nod of his head.
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Mo's daughter Satira is free to cash his threads as she sees fit.