❅▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂❅▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂❅Username:: Crysalis~Name:: AloisGender:: MalePersonality::
Alois has always been an odd child that was often mistaken for as a mute. Even now he will usually just nod or shake his head in reply. He doesn't think it is worth the effort to speak, but is he decides to his voice is soft and often lost in the wind. He is singled out from others because of this. He likes being by himself and carries around various plush animals with him. They keep him company and never ask him questions. Peace and quiet is what he enjoys, too much noise will only give him a headache.
Alois is more feminine then masculine since he is not interested in many things boys normally are interested in. Flowers, though allergic, butterflies, and stuffed animals are a few things he enjoys. Objects that shimmer and shine also catch his attention. Violence is something he doesn't take part in, he is physically weak and will bruise easy.
Many say he has a dreamy look on his face as he is always tired and his eyes aren't fully opened. Alois is always sleepy no matter how much sleep he gets and moves about sluggishly. He is also frail and sickly and usually stuck ay home because of an illness. Alois will sneak outside in cold weather or when the sun is out of sight as too much sun will make him pass out. It may be the reason he continues to get sick, but he likes the cold and even more the snow.
He loves to sculpt ice to make beautiful works of art. Carving from ice is his way of expressing himself. His favorite thing to carve are angels. He loves to sit and watch them melt away, the wings melting off first to reveal a fallen angel. Story:: “Hey! Pass the ball over here!” A voice shouted to Alois. Alois nudged the ball that rolled in front of him towards a group of four probably around his age or older. They gave him odd looks and one stepped forward to grab the ball with his jaws. They didn't say anything to him but he heard them mutter to themselves.
“That's the mute boy.”
“He looks so sickly.”
“What if we catch it?”
Alois didn't bat an eye to their words, It wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. He was well aware of what others said about him even when they didn't think he heard them. It didn't bother him anymore, he liked to be by himself to think. The only person that didn't seem to mind him was his caretaker, but that was her job.
Snow started to fall and he gazed up at the sky. His nose twitched as snow landed on his nose and quickly melted. As much as he wanted to run about and roll in the snow, he didn't have the energy to do so. Instead he followed the falling snow in what seemed like circles until her head an odd sound. Not as annoying as someone scrapping a utensil on a plate. It was almost eerie like a sound a haunted house would make.
Alois was too curious to be scared away and tried to locate the noise. The first thing he saw was a large block of ice. Then another like himself stepping out from behind it. He was much older though, ancient even and stark white.
“Hello boy.” He said with a smile.
Alois remained silent, but nodded his head to show he heard him.
The other chuckled, “Come, look at this.”
Alois went over to him and the Kia gestured to the block of ice. It wasn't just a chunk of ice like he thought. Carved into it was the face of a women, her eyes closed and a peaceful smile on her face.
“Have you heard of ice sculpting, boy?” The older one asked. His eyes sparkled in delight when Alois shook his head, “Using ice you can shape out anything your heart desires. This is Hannah...” He looked sadly at the face, “She's not finished yet.”
Alos titled his head in confusion and the other chuckled.
“I'm afraid I'm too old to continue with her. Actually...maybe you could do it? It's not that difficult it just requires an imagination and patience. Here, I'll show you.” The Kia used his claws to carve out what looked like hair. Alois sat and watched until the older Kia nudged him forward, “You try.”
Alois carefully tried to mimic him and winced at the harsh sound. He wasn't sure how long it took for the terrible noise to die down as he learned how to do it right. With words of encouragment he continued the sculpture to give her a gown. Hanah looked content with his clothing choice. He smiled at his work and turned to thank him, but the other Kia was gone. Alois found no paw prints in the snow. He just vanished.
Turning back to Hannah he decided to finish her in case the other returned. The sound of his claws on the ice no longer hurt his ears, but sounded like sweet music. Hannah had wings when Alois finished and the morning rays made her sparkle and shine. It must have been a trick of the eye, but Hannah seemed to be smiling right at him. He never saw the other Kiamara again, but silently thanked him.
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