Zylon was on his own. He hated that humans could be so cruel. He really wanted to know what motivated such a side to human nature. Well, at least in his experience, anyway.
Anywho, at least he was free.
As he wandered through the night, he looked at the moon for a moment. He liked it, a lot. It seemed to be like him, in many ways. Always watching, always waiting.
It seemed to him that the moon was always his only friend as he went through the night. He felt as if she was the only thing that understood his true nature.
She seemed to be very wise, yet afraid. Afraid of what? He smiled to himself. Well, he figured that made them cut from the same cloth, as he'd heard the humans say.
He continued on, always searching, always looking for something.
But what, exactly? Was he looking for someone who actually understood him, that lived here on the ground? That could be equals with him?
He shook his great head, shaking away such nonsense. Zylon was a horse who preferred practicality over such dreamy unreality.
Besides, he was a horse. Why should he care what anyone thought of him?
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Ankou was alone. After her pups had died, she'd felt like no one could ever possibly understand her and her sorrow? Who could possibly understand how unfair life really was?
She sat there in the snow, feeling the overwhelming grief once more. Oh, how alone she felt, with no one to shoulder the burden with. She looked up at the moon, wondering if she truly understood her.
Ankou sighed.
Looks like I'm having myself for company tonight.
Just as she thought she was going to be sleeping alone tonight, she detected a strange scent, one she'd never come across before.
She got up, and lifted her nose into the frosty night, trying to get a good read on that curious scent.
She followed it a ways through the woods, and found a most curious sight: a horse.
The horse seemed to have caught her scent as well, though she was careful to hide herself. The horse looked her way, on high alert.
"I know you're there, wolf. I suggest you stop your hiding and face me if you dare."
Ankou smiled, admiring his straightforward approach. She stalked towards him, blues a mirror to her soul.
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Zylon stood there, silently observing the beautiful silver white she-wolf whose blue eyes seemed to capture the essence of the moon as they reflected her light.
Her fur certainly seemed to match the surface of the moon. He smiled.
What a coincidence that as he regarded the moon as his only friend, wishing for a friend to standas an equal, she should ever think to come in the night as this wolf to him.
"Greetings, sir. I must ask you, because I'm rather curious. What are you?"
Zylon stood up, proud, and spoke in a voice that resonated through the night with its strength. "I am a horse."
Her soft, melodic voice returned a reply. "I see. So, might I ask why a horse such as yourself is wandering through a wolf's domain? Especially at night?"
He shuddered slightly, hating the memories of the cruel humans who'd deigned themselves worthy of stealing his freedom and abusing him as well.
"I was caught by humans, stolen from my home. Why do you want to know, wolf?" Feeling already as if he'd rather not be around this creature, he didn't trust her very much.
Her sweet voice echoed in words what he'd been feeling for a while, now.
"I was hoping for some company tonight. I have just buried my own children just a little bit ago. I have felt alone and thought that the moon was a friend best admired in company. After all, doesn't the moon make you feel lonely, as well? Wishing for a friend who's right there with you, standing by your side?"
He smiled softly, and said, "Indeed she is a reminder of what we wish we had, loners like you and I. I suppose I could sit with you a spill, watching the moon herself."
Ankou smiled and nodded. "Thank you for your kindness. I appreciate it very much."
And so, the two watched the moon. One standing vigil over her lost children, one providing a sort of silent comfort with his presence.
After all, who better to turn to than a friend when you lose your family?
(Willow, I hope I did your character justice. Hope you like!)
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