@"Penumbra"
There were.... worse things than being cold. Worse things than being alone. When he spent enough time alone, sometimes he could differentiate between his loneliness and his curse. That didn't happen indoors. Not here. Not on these islands, not in this town, not in this academy.
When he did find somewhere completely devoid of people, though, it was so much more lonely than when he'd just had no one around before. Up here, out on a roof he probably wasn't allowed to be on, with the sky a pale silver between patches of dull white clouds hanging lower in the air...
Out here, it was just him and the sky and the wind, and the wind was cold through his fur. There was no sun to warm this expanse of nearly-flat roof, though that at least meant that the asphalt under his paws wasn't sticky. That would be gross. Now it was just cold and hard.
Nothing around him had to stay cold, though. Yun was entirely capable of forgetting about the fire that made up part of his tail, but it was through familiarity rather than transiency. His tail and the colour of his eyes were the only truly consistent points between all of his forms. Blue-white fire, coiling and dancing through the shape of the last third of his tail, steaming in the rain or shimmering with heat if it were caught at the right angle, and beaten-copper eyes, bright and withdrawn from the world.
The black cat sighed and wandered along the low wall at the edge of this section of roof. Endless trees, on this side. Missing leaves and revealed evergreens. Cold bark. Cold ground. Cold air.
Yun sighed. Solitude, huh? Solitude sucked.
There were.... worse things than being cold. Worse things than being alone. When he spent enough time alone, sometimes he could differentiate between his loneliness and his curse. That didn't happen indoors. Not here. Not on these islands, not in this town, not in this academy.
When he did find somewhere completely devoid of people, though, it was so much more lonely than when he'd just had no one around before. Up here, out on a roof he probably wasn't allowed to be on, with the sky a pale silver between patches of dull white clouds hanging lower in the air...
Out here, it was just him and the sky and the wind, and the wind was cold through his fur. There was no sun to warm this expanse of nearly-flat roof, though that at least meant that the asphalt under his paws wasn't sticky. That would be gross. Now it was just cold and hard.
Nothing around him had to stay cold, though. Yun was entirely capable of forgetting about the fire that made up part of his tail, but it was through familiarity rather than transiency. His tail and the colour of his eyes were the only truly consistent points between all of his forms. Blue-white fire, coiling and dancing through the shape of the last third of his tail, steaming in the rain or shimmering with heat if it were caught at the right angle, and beaten-copper eyes, bright and withdrawn from the world.
The black cat sighed and wandered along the low wall at the edge of this section of roof. Endless trees, on this side. Missing leaves and revealed evergreens. Cold bark. Cold ground. Cold air.
Yun sighed. Solitude, huh? Solitude sucked.
