Make A Wish

[Dust]

It was only now that the muscular man looked from the pool to observe the rest of his surroundings. An endless blank canvas lays beyond the waters that were contained at his feet. White stretched infinitely out in all directions from this point out. Even upwards and down. It reminded Dust much of a barbershop where placing one mirror across from another created an illusion of distance. He almost believed if he reached out his finger tips would touch the cold glass surface of one of those mirrors. But he wasn’t ready to try, to look like a fool who pawed at the air.

With that thought, pawing at air, he could imagine a dog doing just that. The pictured canine was looking especially lost.. He then couldn't get the idea of Drake mocking him.. "I bet he'didn’t call me a stray.."

It was this that finally got him back to his feet and taking the necessary steps out of the water and towards a random direction. There were hundreds of people walking about, casually and uneffected by the the scared wall of well built muscles. Some of the people responded to him, by giving him looks and looking him over. He paid them no mind whether they acted as if he were a phantom or not. He was used to passing through mills of people. Though normally it was because he had a mission to complete.. And the lack of one made Lycan slow to a stop among the crowd.

As the people continued to flow past him, like water in a ever moving river, he just stood there. The title of Lone Wolf never really hitting home until now. He turned his eyes to the sky in hopes to star at the stars.. Only to be disappointed. He couldn’t see anything in the blank space that hovered over his head. Not even his star.. He then wondered if a fake sky had the whole planet flipping out.. What would the public of his old world do if they saw this monstrosity of an atmosphere..

There were no clouds.. No sun for light, no moon to howl at, not even a set of fake stars. Just more white.. Pure, bright, whiteness. Like snow, but less mesmerizing or scenic. Just as harsh, but only to look at. He doubt it was ever dark here..

Hokori brought his eyes back down to.. Well whatever one called the surface of this place where he planted his bare feet. Past the humans that crowded this patch, he could make out dots on the horizon. Specifically two. SW - 808 could glance over to see more in either direction, but decided these two held his interest. Something else he hasn't had in a long while. An interest in anything.

He couldn’t recall what he used to have interest in. As a child, that is. What was his favorite color? Did he have a favorite food? Hobbies? Did he like trains, or sports? Women? Or was he still scared of cooties?

No... He faintly remembered a girl he'd liked in high school. She had brown hair and hazel eyes.. She also had the sweetest smile. He also remembered her being really popular.