[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/U7kt3A9.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img] [sup][color=808080][color=#5c6d72][b]#5c6d72[/b][/color] [color=2e2c2c]....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color] [url=https://imgur.com/vQtuWzG][color=808080][b]outfit[/b][/color][/url] [color=2e2c2c].....[/color]|[color=2e2c2c].....[/color][b]lake[/b][/color] [img]https://i.imgur.com/9qIY4OK.jpeg[/img][/sup][/center] [indent][indent][indent][indent][justify][color=808080]Theron’s brow furrowed, thick angles and sharp lines, a shadow briefly cast over the flickering hue that wavered betwixt their amber warmth and the slivers of blue and green that peeked forth, reminiscent of crystals webbed with jeweled tones and rivers of gold. His steps wavered, one foot planted back, taken off guard by the effect of his state of undress, which had brought the girl to fall entirely backward. Silence webbed and grew, an uncomfortable breadth that flummoxed Theron with flourishing waves of perplexity that bid him retreat back into the comforting swell of furs and claws, if only to sever the mortal constitution of this sudden embarrassment. [color=#5c6d72]“Oh… Uh, well.”[/color] The more she spoke the more bewildered he became at her speech, she was truly a delicate thing, surrounded by bouquets of flowers that sprouted, defying the chilling winter and the grittiness of sand that would normally hinder their growth. He’s reminded of the forests where he traveled as a stag some weeks before, wild flowers abloom in their ranges of violets and yellows, speckles of white too that perfumed the air in their fragrances, some of which thrived in the dawning frost and wilted in the night. It was a peculiarly unrestrained power, so secondary he imagined, and for a moment he had forgotten himself and any sort of human manners, for any other person would’ve helped her stand, no? He had endeavored to behave like a gentleman toward Callista, despite all the bestial counterparts who shuddered at the prospect of being in such proximity. Theron reached out an unsteady palm only for her to stand on her own merits, small gestures brushing sand from white denim, face flushed, eyes fixated on him… He severed that connection with a forced swallow, throat bobbing, hand tucked neatly away with dexterous fingers curling into his palm, a fist then formed and hidden with claws prickling into the lines of fate and heart scoured thick and unyielding [color=4a766e][i]I hope you don’t mind me asking… [/i][/color] Her proposed inquiries had his attention snapping back toward her, a near-violent sliver of golden amber diffusing through swaths of blue and green. [color=4a766e][i]… Are you one of Artemis’ lot?[/i][/color] That utterance of that name, he knew it, vaguely yes, but not of it, a spellbound, lunar wrath that suddenly listed through his heart and clung to the dregs of a vagabond spirit. It was a manifested dream that sundered a vow unspoken through Theron’s rippling core, muscles suddenly taut and bunched, undulating beneath pale, cold, bitten skin of a winter’s kiss dancing across corded sinew. The hound inside of him bayed as if lured by the silver moon hidden yonder a beaming sun that filtered rays of holy light, a cleaning spectacle that sparkled off willed wild flower blooms and glittering sand. In the silvered field that occupied his mind, vague, shadowed memories formed as eclipsed figures danced in the pale moonlight, blankets of darkness twisted and malformed, bearing the faces of a bygone era, of ancient, mystified realms. A voice caresses against the chasm betwixt his ears, shorn of nothing but haloed eyes suspended in the throes of a fantastical dream… [color=#5c6d72]“I don’t feel the cold…”[/color] He uttered, lost amongst the words she spewed, the whispered breath hushed under her delicate voice. He inhaled through his parted lips, where scents sired across the well of his tongue that pressed against ridged teeth, the apex of his canines as wicked points of bone to perch against his lip, as she fell into more inquiries, as if bridled with a curious mindset, her previous embarrassments forgotten in idle drivel. She gave her name, and Theron nodded slowly, digesting, wherein she also gave the reign of her Godly parent, more forthcoming than Callista had been, hesitancy did not exist in this Iliana, and he mulled the pronunciation of her name around on his tongue, allowing a soft breath to escape in a worn sigh. He couldn’t say he was confident in knowing who Demeter was… but she was kind enough, even with the insistent chatter. [color=#5c6d72]“So I heard,”[/color] though Theron was unaware of any struggles, only privy to the knowledge of the Camp as an ethereal tether that had lured him on the tidings of the moon. [color=#5c6d72]“Never knew such a thing existed, but it’s… something.”[/color] Did he mention the cabin, the luxuries of belonging somewhere that beheld his moniker as one of them? Things that were his to possess when, only hours before, he had nothing to his name but ill-fitted clothing? Would she understand the simplicities of comfort afforded to a man who couldn’t speak without detachment to cowl his intentions and words? The calmness of his mind was both a boon and a curse, a cold clarity and precision that made him more mechanical than genuine, despite the fluidity of the primal instincts within. [color=#5c6d72]“My name is Theron,”[/color] he offered quietly. [color=#5c6d72]“I haven’t eaten, no. I’ve only a vague sense of where everything is.”[/color] He craned his neck back, nose to the air like a beast, and said. [color=#5c6d72]“But, I’m figuring it out by the scent of everything. Easier to remember that way, I suppose.”[/color] Thus, his wanderlust, which found sanctuary at the beach now beset with the flowers Iliana had subconsciously grown. [color=#5c6d72]“Eating would be the smart thing, if you’ll point me in that direction… Or show me.”[/color] He moved slowly to retrieve his belongings, his shirt he left alone and once more donned his jacket, opting to zip it up completely this time as a gesture of good faith, or so he proposed in his mind whilst he raked one hand through his curls to smooth them back before putting his ballcap back on, a sliver of a shadow hazing his stare still wavering between ocher and blues and greens. A part of him was starved, another part of him worn and exhausted, traveling up the mountain and lingering among the woods before being thrust into an obstacle course had been a tiring affair, now suddenly evident by the voided hollow that moved sluggishly through his body. [i]When had he last slept in an actual bed? One to call your [b]own[/b].[/i] The inquiry in itself, so directly barbed and ringing against the heave of his ribs, wrenched forth a shuddering exhale that hazed white like fog in eyes, and within such a finite second, he suddenly very much felt the cold. 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