The New Guy

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The night was chilly as the moon rose to it's high throne, casting it's pale light upon the Mountains. Trees creaked in the breezes that constantly danced with them, and grass hissed and swayed when the air stream swept against them, bending them against their will. Standing on a rock jutting out of a cliff with his back to the forest and long grasses stood a dark Grey figure with black baggy pants, black shoes, and hoodie. The figure looked muscular and tall yet he still looked skinny. He had a large bang covering his right eye that had a fire shaped streak on the bang. His quills were tipped with black and his eyes were blood red, that seemed to glow as the moonlight hit them. Xalias didn't seem happy as he stared down at the cities and such from above.

He scuffed as he put his hands in his hoodie pockets and looked toward the starry night sky. Was this place where he would finally settle down? or would it be just another place he would stay at then leave? He didn't know, but something here drew him to this place, He felt as if part of his past were here, though he had never in his life seen this place. Xalias shrugged off the feeling and closed his eyes. The Grey hedgehog tried his best to remember the black hedgehog that saved his life years ago, but it was just a blur. His memory of the hedgehog was withering away like an old wall crumbling with the slightest touch.

Xalias opened his eyes half way as he watched the city lights dazzle bellow the mountain. A soft breeze played with his quills yet he seemed to have not noticed. Xalias was alert yet lost in the whirlpool of his thoughts. Even though he shrugged off the feeling, it came back , leaving the Xalias confused at why he felt this way.

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((Nice imagery!))

Self hatred was a stranger to this hedgecat who had rested herself against the bark of a tree on the edge of the forest, the cool grass brushing against her fur and the breeze toying with her curls. It was a stranger that had suddenly contaminated her inner most being, her thoughts, her dreams, her heart, none was untainted by that new venom. Paris didn't know how to cope. All her life, she'd been taught to blame someone else, to never take it out on herself -- or let it become obvious anyway. But try as she may, there was no one Paris could find to blame for this. There was no one at fault, no one who'd carry her burdan. No one but her. And alongside the sheer heartbreak of loosing Shadow... it's power was overthrowing sanity...

"How could anyone be so stupid..." She thought wearily as she lifted her bloodshot eyes to the stars in the heavens, her ears laying back as the breeze ruffled her hair around them, the starlight reflecting in her saphire hues. The stars were so clear from here, of all sizes and numbers, blazing far away against the dark sky. Every memory she had of him haunted her. Every smile she'd brought to his face, every kiss that was never long enough, every moment and feeling. It all haunted her. She'd messed up big this time. She'd messed up, and even the pain of Scourge's betrayal couldn't compete with this...she'd hurt him. Her Shadow...

The moon shown on her pretty face, still pretty despite the look of complete lost and sorrow that gripped it like the enemy's seige. "If only you knew..." Indeed. If only. But he didn't. And there was a chance Shadow never would. She loved him, dearly. The effects of alcohol had blinded her for the last time. It was too bad that it always took catastrophy for Paris to learn, to understand, to break away. She'd never intended for this to happen. But she was the only one to blame.

Paris lowered her gaze back to earth, narrowing them on something that wasn't really there. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure, and it took a moment for it to register through her clouded mind that there was someone just across the small pasture. It looked like Shadow at first, and a flicker of hope lent her just enough willpower for her ears to lift. Though she quickly realized that the silhouette wasn't the one that she was hoping for. Her over anxious mind was played tricks on her again. But still, the hedgecat wondered who, and when it was that had slipped over to the cliff without her noticing. She hadn't been here long herself, heck, she didn't even know WHY she was there. But she couldn't find it in her to say something or go over. It didn't modivate her. Everything had lost its luster.