at the violet hour, when the eyes and back
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dated to the 9th, when the meteor shower starts! :O late evening ^^

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The night was cool on Sepirah's thin dark coat, the little heat that existed in the darkness being absorbed into her skin. The various golden bracelets, earrings, and necklaces that adorned her body clinked and jangled softly as she moved, on two legs rather than four. Her serpentine companion, active and lively as he was during the day, now was still and silent, wrapped around her shoulder and down the length of her arm, taking what heat he could from her body and the surrounding summer night air. There was a slight breeze.

As much as Sepirah enjoyed the heat of day, the dark night held advantages to her as well - her dark, easily camouflaged coat took well to the late hours of Nephthys's realm. Concealed by shadows, it was almost as if the lithe jackal was woven into the night by sable-shaded stitches, betrayed only by her brilliant golden eyes.

Crossing the moor, her luminescent eyes gleamed something differing from the purple and blue hues of night; a blur of white, poorly hidden in the grasses. Stealthily moving forward, she took in a deep breath through her nose, and recognized the scent of an Inferni coyote. Allowing her muscles to loosen and relax, she padded towards the white coyote, wondering what he was doing in this violet hour.

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Summer did not favor Max Klein. He was an obvious target from a mile away, glistening white and pristine even when his pelt was thick with dust and grime. The armor and cloak helped some, but within his own lands he did not feel the need to wear either. His wounds had begun to heal and pulled irritably as the skin knit, finally passing the bruised, scabbed point and mellowing into tight, pinkish-gray scars. While white, he was not cursed with albinism or light skin—in fact, aside from his tongue, one would be hard pressed to find pink skin under his fur.

At night his scars gleamed and formed constellations and patterns all their own. He had taken to comparing them, and then been surprised to see a star fall. This odd event captured him and so, for the past half-hour, he had been on his back, arms bent comfortably under his head, and watched. There had been two others so far, but he was almost positive that there would be more. At least, he hoped this was the case.

A noise from behind caused him to sit up abruptly, hair scruffed up and ears high. While his brows knit together, as if furiously seeking the intruder, his whole body eased when his sun-colored eyes graced across the dark shadow approaching. Where he gleamed like a moonbeam, she was no more than a whisper of a shade eve in this starlight. Max sighed and dropped down to his elbows, blowing his hair out of his face with a breath. It had been cut recently and was shaggy, showing his impatience for the ordeal. Given that Remy had to do it with a knife hardly helped at all, but Max didn’t mind. “You sneak up on people a lot, Sep?”

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The dark jackal knew she had been spotted when the white figure abruptly sat up, apparently aware of some sort of noise or perhaps scent that Sepirah had made. As she grew closer, she realized that the white coyote was Max; she did not know the male very well, but she did at least know his name, and she vaguely remembered perhaps having a passing conversation with him. But she had never truly spoken with him, so she walked nearer and sat down beside the Infernian, happy to feel the plush grass underneath her.

"I can hardly help it, can I?" she asked vainly, touching her dark hair and fur. She naturally blended with the darkness and the shadows, quite contrasting from Max, whose white fur and shining scars gleamed in the dim blue light from the moon.

She looked up at the sky, as the white coyote had been doing, wondering idly what he had been so transfixed on in the heavens. Everything was as it should be, she thought - the constellations, the stars, the moon, all in its place. "What were you looking for?" she asked; there weren't even any clouds in the sky as far as she could see.

Suddenly, however, not everything was as it seemed. A small spark of movement - a bright light, falling down towards the Earth, slowly fading as it fell. A star, Sepirah thought, watching in awe as the celestial body faded way so that its light was extinguished forever.

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Max hardly comprehended that she was being serious about her fur, and took it as a joke. Like him, she was ill-suited for certain places and times—but the darkness favored her as it would never favor him, and he envied her for that. While he could vanish into the snow like a wraith himself, he was limited to its time of year. She had reign over the night, and if not for those brilliant gold eyes, might have been made of it herself. He admired her for this plainly, though his infatuation had never gone beyond this. She was older than him, and her aloof nature had warded him off as a boy.

At her question, he looked back up to the blanket of night. Since the fall of man the air had begun to clear itself, slowly weeding away the toxins and pollution of two-thousand or so more years. Ezekiel had told him that some places would never be clean, and mentioned lands that his father had seen. Max could not imagine such horrors—great wastelands where the air reeked of sulfur and poison, and where the sky burnt orange. They filled his head with nightmarish images, and he had cultivated many theories and stories to explain such places.

Here, though, they were blessed with true darkness and a sky nearly free of all those latent toxins. Every star could be seen, and even the Milky Way (which Max called by a different name) could be made out. He had managed to catch the same falling star, and out of the corner of his eye saw her expression shift. So even the a princess could be moved, he thought with no small amount of pride. It helped lower her (and by extension, the Lykoi family) to something mortal.

“That started a few hours ago,” he explained. “I think it must happen more than once,” he went on, and motioned for her to join him. “It did it before, when I first came here.” A year. He had called this place home for a year now, he realized, and his tail wagged a little at the thought of it.

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She stared at the falling star, as it traveled across the night sky, until it was a barely perceptible speck in the vast expanse - growing smaller and smaller until she could see it no more. She had never seen anything like it, usually focusing on the land before her rather than the sky above her. However, this may change how she viewed things - the fact that stars, too, would die, almost shook her world - nothing was immortal, not even the heavens.

"I've never seen anything like it," she said. She scrutinized the skies carefully, attempting to pick out which bright speck in the sky would be the next to fall down to earth, vanishing and dying in an eerily beautiful way. From the way that Max spoke, he had seen this sort of thing before, whereas it was as alien to Sepirah as a newly forming star would be.

"I wonder how I've never noticed it before," she said lightly, laughing slightly as she did so. In reality, she knew it was because she just had never really looked up, or had reason to, at night. Not often enough to see the stars slowly falling, one by one, down to their deaths.

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There were, or so Ezekiel said, three types of people in the world. One looked down, seeking to follow and be led. One looked forward, aware of themselves and willing to lead. The third looked up and questioned the world, and the third followed a greater purpose. Max had tried to sort through this riddle and found it impossible. After all, the faithful did follow and obey so what did that make them? He found such philosophy above him and settled instead for his stories and myths.

His own eyes reflected the starlight, and turned back up to study the dots of light along a blue-black sky. “I think it only happens around this time,” he offered, unsure of himself. As he stared up, another star rocketed across the sky and winked out. Max couldn’t decide if he found the falling stars beautiful or sad, and sighed at the thought. Then, as if realizing his manners, he motioned to the ground. “Do you want to sit with me?” Sepirah, like her brother, was an anomaly to Max. He had been intimidated by Enkiel despite being much larger than him, and the arrow-headed snake was a factor that certainly frightened him.

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And so it was true that Sepirah was one to look forward; up were the dreamers, down were the subordinates, and ahead were those who would climb up in the

world, on another plane of existence all together. But now she looked up at the sky, for only a little bit at least, to see what it was like, to know how to

dream and to discover. It was a feeling of smallness; looking forward gave one presence, important, and looking up or down minimized that presence greatly.

She happily took Max's invitation to sit beside him with ease, setting herself down on the plush green grass. Her snake wrapped itself around her arm,

winding down until it rested on the grass as well, only the tip of its tail resting on her arm once more. She unfolded herself so she was lying down, next

to Max, staring up at the sky. There were more of the falling stars now, at least two in the sky, travelling down to the bottom of the earth.

"How are you tonight?" she asked, turning the attention from the stars in the sky to the white, almost glistening male next to her. She did not

know much about him, she admitted; she had seen him around, and knew who he was, but she did not know him. That was true of many Infernians,

she realized.

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