For some reason, Zachillios always found himself soothed by moonlight. The Zoroark had settled himself in a large tree just outside the town, golden eyes glittering in the soft glow of the midnight sky. He hasn't been getting much sleep lately, and even Edward had commented on how less annoying he's been lately. Truth be told, the tall fox had been avoiding everyone on purpose.
"Leave me alone!"
The words still chased after him in his dreams, causing him to flinch whenever he heard someone mention her name. He laughed quietly, pushing his shaggy hair out of his face and pausing to stare at his hands.
People always told him to go away, that he was being rude, obnoxious, just wouldn't shut up. They always told him these things always and yet... why did it hurt so much more when the words came from her?
Maybe it was those dreams. The dreams of a starlit sky, floating islands, glittery flowers and the feel of being able to hold someone he cared dearly for...
He shook hi