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"Ahh a beautiful night this turned out to be". The comfort of the pitch blackness of nighttime is soothing. Not only that but the way the wind kisses the earth and the sound it produces is nearly hypnotic, like a mother's hand gently caressing her baby's cheek all the while humming a slow alluring tune. However, there are very few places left on earth that houses such a serene paradise, fortunately Twilight Park is one such place. People say that this park is gorgeous when the sun is up, but I disagree. One cannot fully appreciate something until that person or persons have experienced everything that it offers.

*Yawn*. Also sitting on a bench at night can be a great way to relieve stress as it doesn't involve anything about business or relationship problems or anything else for that matter. Of course you have to watch out for strangers but very rarely does someone pop up at the park at night. So it's just me, the bench, and the world. Lately I've been visiting Twilight Park more often, particularly the middle of the park where a bench overlooks a medium sized lake that can reflect everything from the sky perfectly, probably due to its reflectivity. This reflectivity or Specular Reflection has earned the lake multiple nicknames, for example, at night the nickname is "The Mirror of the Universe" and during the day its "Heaven's Gate". Anyways whatever you call it, the lake is the most attractive thing I've ever laid my eyes upon.... that and the actual sky itself. Unfortunately, I can't say the same for humans, I mean in a sense that we may look beautiful on the outside but peek inside of us and you find out that we aren't all that pretty. physically and philosophically speaking.

Not all people are inherently bad or good, we're neutral. We aren't born with some "destiny" to fulfill or anything of the like. However, we do have a set view on the world when we're young, a set idea that we believe cannot be false or it upsets our foundation of our perceived world, our "perfect world". I learned this the hard way when a certain traumatic event changed my view on this god forsaken planet. I was young at the time, possibly 12 or 13 years old I can't remember which. I used to look at the world and stare at it in awe, my eyes filled with optimism. Unfortunately, I only saw the optimistic view on the world and the traumatic event itself led to my realization that this world isn't as perfect as we pretend it is. It took my idea of the world and showed me the horrible, detestful side of reality. I remember laying in bed contemplating life, even took it a step further and asked myself if life is worth living considering the reality that I'm in. I wanted out, and so I chose to commit suicide, however I couldn't bring myself to do so. I guess I wanted to wait it out and see if an answer might magically pop out of nowhere and say "Here I am!".

Unfortunately, that never happened. In this world you have to make the answers yourself and learn to deal with the answers you're given, even if you don't like the answer itself. I however never found the answer I'm looking for. Hell! I don't even know if I'm even looking for an answer! I don't even know anymore. I'm just some human who visits a park at night because it takes away all my troubles that the days had for me when the sun showed its blinding face time and time again. Yep. I'm a depressed, pessimistic teenager who likes to question everything and anything. Finding an answer to everything and if something doesn't have an answer, I make one. *sigh......! * As I sigh my deep state of thinking is interrupted when I hear footsteps coming near my location. All of my senses are quickly alerted and focused on the source of footsteps that are coming from right. I stare deeply at the source. Waiting. For anything.

"Hello?". I hear a voice calling. Probably a ranger patrolling the park for any litterers, hopefully.

"Hello?". Again the voice kept calling, expecting a response from an unknown recipient who may or may not be dangerous. I decide not to respond back as whoever is calling might be a murderer searching for his or hers next victim. I lower myself on the bench, making myself disappear behind the bench if anyone were to look at it from the sides or the back. Unfortunately, it doesn't work as the next "Hello?" has more of an expecting tone than the others and it is much closer than it was last time. Finally, right before I had the time to even consider leaving, a shadow pops appears where I least expected it.

"Hi!". Crap. It was my left side.

I turned my head to the shadow that is looming over me. At first glance the figure appears all black but if I look at the person's backside (where the light from the moon is hitting) I see silver-ish hair. But I look again and the hair seems to be more like.... fur? I then quickly commit my gaze to the person's lower backside and I find a somewhat lean black mass attached to the person. It resembles that of a canine tail. With that discovery floating in my noggin, I revert my gaze to the head and my beliefs were right. Ears. Floppy ears.

"You done checking me out?". The shadowy figure's voice penetrates my body and goes right to my heart.... or what little of it I have left. Then I noticed something that I didn't before. The voice is feminine. It has a soft tone to it. A meaningful tone. Or it had until it made that comment which had some kind of flattery mixed in with a hint of.... playfulness?

"I....uh....um.... Hi?". I pathetically stumble out a response while trying to think of a reason as to why someone would visit the park at this hour.... never mind.

"Mind if I sit next to you?". There it is again. That soft almost velvety voice shaking my heart, causing it to release some unknown emotion that travels all over my physical being.

"I...um...s-sure". I manage to stammer out as the figure makes (her?) itself comfortable on the space available next to me. When the stranger finished, I took the chance to take a detailed look at my accompanied stranger. Well first, the stranger is a female since the voice has a feminine tone to it, and the way her body is structured is on the feminine side as well. Second, her features are really odd and very rare. Silver fur covering her arms, legs, and head which is accompanied by hair that is darker than her natural silver fur (brown?). The hair falls on the side of her face with the exception of a few that lay on the bridge of the muzzle. The hair on the back of her head seems to extend all the way to her back, probably halfway down. She seems to be wearing some kind of plain dark colored clothes which I guess would be to help her stay unnoticed at night. Dark colored shorts with dark colored t-shirt, but the middle of her shirt however is the only thing brightly colored as there seems to be a shape in the middle of it. I squinted a bit and I managed to get an outline of the shape; the shape seems to resemble that of a mitsudomoe. I also managed to get an accidental estimated measure on her breast size.... between A and B cup? Not sure. I then finish my quick detailed observation of this female stranger, and from what I can tell from the light that I have, she seems to be in shape. By that I mean she has toned muscles on her bicep, triceps, deltoids, calfs and is packing four abs.

" Whistles......" It took me awhile to process what I just did and right before I was about to say sorry she said something that kind of shocked me.

" Giggles. No need to apologize, after all it took me awhile to get this body to the way it is now".

"......."

"Speechless are we?".

I shifted in my seat a bit just in case she was a creeper. "Well......this is new to me".

"In what way?". She inched a bit closer to me, most likely to grab me before I run…. If I get the chance to.

“I mean… it’s just that people don’t usually visit the park at night, Aaannd” I try to come up with a way to tell her this since she might take offense to it... I think.

“And?”. She waits for my response.

“It’s just that I never met an anthro before. Not that that is bad or anything, but I’m not sure how I should uhh respond. Considering the history that anthros had with humans”. I look down in shame since I didn’t know how to act around her or her kind. I hate not knowing how to act around people and other races that I haven’t met before. I just don’t want to be offensive or accidentally insult her or her culture.

“Oh…. Well first time for everything I guess”. Her face went from cheerful to sadness and back to cheerful again. “At least you seem to be understanding of others and polite. Such rare things to see nowadays”

“Um thanks. So if you don’t mind me asking but why are you here? And how can be so calm around me when we only just met? It’s dangerous to be talking to strangers at night”. It’s been bothering me for a while; how she just walked up to me and just greeted me, as if we had done this many times before.

“Well first, I usually do my jogging early in the morning in the park, however I decided to change it up a bit and do my jogging at night. As for the other question, I can’t say for sure, we anthros have this hidden sense that allows us to determine if someone or something is a threat. And so from that hidden sense I could tell that you are nothing to fear”.

“Oh okay”. I never knew anthros had that kind of sixth sense. I guess it comes from what kind of animal she is. From what I can tell she seems to be a wolf of some kind. Well this night certainly took a turn. For better or for worse? I can’t tell exactly but I’m definitely leaning towards for better.