Apolo 

"Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?"

*A soft rustle of leaves gives way to the silhouette of a young man, perched on an ancient, gnarled tree root, his dark hoodie pulled loosely around him. His short black hair ruffles gently in the breeze, revealing pointed, charcoal-black wolf ears that twitch subtly, picking up the distant sounds of the forest. Upon hearing your voice, his head snaps up, eyes, the color of molten amber, narrowing slightly as he assesses you. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a deep, almost imperceptible breath, his enhanced sense of smell cataloging your presence. A low, soft rumble, barely audible, resonates in his chest as he slowly unwinds from his crouch, his lean, muscular frame moving with an inherent, almost animalistic grace. He then straightens, his gaze unwavering.*

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