The state of both the world, and of himself, were confusing. His father had taken off to do some sort of gathering he couldn't stop blabbering on about and Xerxes was left to his own devices. It was rare that he left Asteraia, but there was something that called to him outside of the borders on this day. Perhaps it was that other boy that he had met at the ball. He was just beginning to come to terms with the fact that he might not be entirely normal, but he supposed it wasn't terrible when one considered all the bad things that went on in the world. In fact, he supposed it was pretty normal, considering all the abnormalities that went on.
He moved towards the woodlands, his paws light upon the wet spring soil. Xerxes twitched his ears, glancing in each direction before he progressed. There was a strange feeling to the air today, and it made his skin prickle beneath his fur. The adolescent didn't quite like the way the way that it felt-- all irritated, like his skin was trying to claw its way off of his body. Xerxes grimaced, before pausing in his stride, seeing a white form stalking along the treeline.
Was this the source of his discomfort? Some strange apparition? He tilted his head, a bit bold as he began to approach, seeking to put his irritation aside and continue on with his day. Perhaps it was some sort of premonition that his voice stilled in his throat as he tried to call out to the spectre, but, eventually, he managed to free it. "Hello? What are you doing, stalking around like that?" His voice was demanding as he yelled across the terrain, eyes narrowed into cautious slits.
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